The middle-aged cultivator stood still. Suddenly, one of the refined soldiers behind him broke into a run, then leapt into the air and rode the light toward Zhang Yu.
Its enormous body looked bloated, but it was in fact incomparably swift. In but an instant, it crossed the vast distance between them.
Refined soldiers were said to be able to contend with Profound Venerables, but in truth, they had merely reached the lowest threshold of that level. If one faced a Profound Venerable alone, its chances of victory would undoubtedly be exceedingly slim. Such things needed to reach a certain number before they could be used in concert.
Though only one refined soldier appeared to be charging at Zhang Yu, the strength of all fifty refined soldiers had in fact been gathered upon this one. It was absolutely not to be underestimated, far surpassing what an ordinary Profound Venerable could handle.
When the refined soldier drew near, it threw a punch at Zhang Yu. Its massive fist came crushing down like a mountain, blotting out all the light in the sky. At that very moment, the airspace itself seemed to twist under this blow, while the earth below collapsed with a thunderous roar as if splitting apart.
Zhang Yu raised his eyes. Seeing that shadow descend over him, his robe sleeves could not help but flutter sharply in the wind. He could tell that this punch contained traces of the Dao methods of Yun Zui's lineage. Clearly, the refined soldiers had drawn upon the strengths of every side as well.
Facing this strike that could nearly destroy stars and bore open the void, he did not move. He merely raised a hand and extended a finger, lightly pointing upward without a trace of worldly fire. In an instant, his fingertip