Just as fireworks bursting across the sky continued to explode and scatter, a bright sword light suddenly rose from within Sleeping Foothill City-Domain. Like the gleam of a radiant moon, it flowed into the remaining spiritual light screen.
As for how they fought the enemy, Sleeping Foothill City-Domain imposed no demands or fixed tactical arrangements upon Xuan Venerables such as Yao Zhenjun. It was left entirely to them to seize the right moment themselves.
At times, a predetermined strategy was not necessarily as effective as an Xuan Venerable's mystical perception.
When Yao Zhenjun had earlier seen the spiritual light screen unfold, even though they were enemies, she could not help but admire the Hao Clan's methods and superb craftsmanship. The spiritual light screen was fused into a single whole from top to bottom; it could be said to admit no crack for one to enter.
There had been no use in attacking at that time. But now that the spiritual light screen had suffered a backlash from the formation's force, its once-solid shielding was breaking apart layer by layer, and the enemy's morale was wavering. This was undoubtedly the best moment to strike. She made her decision at once and slashed her sword at the vast armies surrounding them!
At that moment, faced with the boundless, surging enemy horde, her own sword intent was stirred by the sight. Amid a clear, ringing cry, it shot skyward in a blaze of light, soaring higher and higher. When its momentum reached its peak, a bright sword light, lucid as water, swept through over a thousand li in an instant, shining into the eyes of everyone on the battlefield!
Almost at the same moment, all the cultivators present whose auras were exposed, as well as the Creation alchemists suspended outside, received a sword