Judging by the result, Ling Yuan had succeeded. The tide had turned in an instant, and everyone's spirits had finally risen. But now the battle had become a tug-of-war again, and he did not know how to keep it under control.
Fortunately, this was the clan's true stronghold, the place they depended on to survive. Countless clanspeople stood behind them, and everyone still had a fierce determination pent up inside.
Ling Yuan had one more pillar of hope: the Soul Clan, the greatest power on the Douqi Continent. Their enemies' blockade was formidable, but it could not last forever. If they held out, the Soul Clan would eventually notice that something was wrong here. By that reasoning, time seemed to be on their side.
Yet a deep unease remained in Ling Yuan's heart, growing stronger with every passing moment.
No. We can't stay locked in this stalemate. I can't hold back any longer!
After struggling with himself, Ling Yuan made his decision. His conflicted thoughts settled at once, and his gaze sharpened again.
His Dou Qi, already infinitely close to that of a Seven-Star Dou Saint, surged. He unleashed a Heaven Class Dou Technique, sending blades down like a storm.
The sudden eruption changed the expressions of both the Pill Tower Ancestor and Qing Lin. They threw everything they had into their defenses, but Ling Yuan followed his first strike with another attack that blasted them both away.
Having landed his blow, Ling Yuan did not immediately pursue them. They had never been his true target.
Instead, he crushed a jade slip in his hand, then cupped his hands toward a place in the clan's core territory and sent his voice across the distance. "Honored guests, the Spirit Clan stands on the brink of life and death. I ask you