"Rumble!"
Scorching flames tore through the battlefield in an instant. A brilliant pillar of light shot out from behind, striking with perfect accuracy the Yin Water Tribe Lord who had drawn his longbow to its fullest, poised to fire.
"Such a paltry trick, and you dare show off your axe before this lord?"
Not a trace of panic appeared on the Lord's face.
Even Hall Master Qi's desperate, life-risking strike had failed to achieve anything against the protection of his Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron. Without question, that had greatly inflated his confidence.
The enemy was stationed beneath the mountain gate; it was only natural for reinforcements to arrive.
Having fought through countless battles, the Lord knew that if he retreated now because of this overwhelming strike, he would instead give the Violet Firmament Sect Hall Master before him a chance to escape.
With the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron protecting him, at worst he would suffer a few more injuries. But if he could kill this Violet Firmament Sect Hall Master on the spot, he could deal with these reinforcements afterward. It would not be too late.
It had to be said that this Yin Water Tribe Lord had stood out among his clan and led their forces abroad in conquest for good reason. His judgment in battle was not wrong.
Unfortunately, what happened next utterly defied the experience he had accumulated.
Under the bombardment of an immense number of spirit guns, the yellow radiance shielding the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron began to tremble violently, visibly to the naked eye. Cracking sounds rang out without end, and the bow-wielding Yin Water Tribe Lord felt waves of searing pain erupt across his body.
"What?"
His expression changed drastically. In his haste, he could only forcefully disperse his innate spiritual power and form it across his bow to block