On the Red Immortal Grassland beneath a cloudless sky stretching ten thousand miles, the heavens were exceptionally clear and blue.
A massive spirit vessel came from the horizon, then swiftly departed, leaving behind an enormous streak of light that lingered in the sky for a long time.
On the deck, the cultivators formed special battle formations. Spiritual power flowed at times, then stilled at others.
This was to keep the battle formations ready to activate at any moment while preventing excessive depletion of true essence.
Everyone gripped treasures and medicinal pills in their hands, their faces filled with tension.
Even Ye Jingyu felt uncertain at this moment. Ye Haihe and he indeed had quite a few hidden methods, but those methods had not yet reached the point where they could threaten Void Refinement cultivators.
If possible, they would have preferred small-scale spell battles. The Ye Family could rely on the advantages of spirit beasts and spirit puppets in battle, and they could also use spirit insects to scout ahead.
As for this battle formation ambush, Ye Jingyu did not think highly of it.
This was grassland. Such a huge spirit vessel simply could not be concealed. Once those foreign clans saw the spirit vessel coming, they would certainly have countermeasures prepared.
Still, they were reinforcements and had only just arrived, so there was most likely no great danger. That was also why Ye Jingyu remained fairly calm and composed.
At that thought, his gaze could not help turning toward the front of the spirit vessel. A figure stood there, his eyes solemn, his Daoist robe fluttering in the fierce wind.
It was Zou Wanqing.
The other man seemed to be considering the coming spell battle, and also seemed to be probing with divine sense.
The Ye Family had long guessed