With a casual flick of the hand, Bai Youlou, who had charged at the very front, shuddered and crashed to the ground.
This was perfectly normal. The family art Bai Youlou cultivated feared nothing more than a head-on clash with violent lightning, and the lightning Ye Xiu had summoned happened to be from the side with the higher realm.
Under the combined pressure of superior cultivation and elemental restraint, the fact that he had not been blasted into charred coke on the spot already spoke to the strength of his foundation.
Seeing the leader at the front fall, the cultivators behind him had still been somewhat hesitant.
But as they watched the fellow sect cultivators who had accepted Bai Youlou's instructions and continued charging forward after his fall, their blood, which had cooled somewhat, began to boil once more.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! There must be a way to resolve this. If we gather our strength, we will definitely break through the obstacle!"
Someone roared and charged forward, only to become another piece of cannon fodder sent flying backward the next instant.
"A crowd gathered by nothing but courage and hot blood, without strategy or wisdom, can achieve at most a moment of ferocity through sheer luck."
From above, Ye Xiu delivered his disdainful verdict. "And compared to truly rabid dogs, you are still lacking a little resolve."
As he spoke, the spells that had been circling around in defense seemed to come alive, actively pressing forward.
The cultivators Bai Youlou had gathered had come forward relying on nothing but a burst of courage.
Their spiritual energy control was a complete mess, their minds a muddle of paste. In such a state, they might have failed even against opponents below their cultivation level, let alone now, when they were at