Councilor Xiang stood within the formation hub, watching the battle between his side's cultivators and Celestial Xia's cultivators ahead.
After contending against Celestial Xia for so long, there were only a few noteworthy figures on their side, and the most formidable among them was undoubtedly Daoist Zhengqing.
They normally had to dispatch several people to restrain him, and through their prolonged battles, they had already worked out a relatively mature method.
They had previously tried to surround and eliminate this man, but had never succeeded. Instead, there had once been a slight breach that caused the entire forward formation to collapse. Moreover, Celestial Xia also attached great importance to him. At critical moments, fellow cultivators and Dao-suppressing treasures would come to his aid.
Thus, they had ultimately abandoned that idea. Their current strategy was to use their advantage in numbers to engage him, pinning him down within the battle formation and maintaining a stalemate where neither side won nor lost.
This method had now proven to be the best one.
In truth, vast Origin Xia naturally could not fail to produce people capable of contending against Daoist Zhengqing. But all such people were figures who held authority in Origin Xia, true members of the Upper Layer. How could they possibly descend into battle and fight to the death?
They were, after all, different from Celestial Xia.
As Councilor Xiang observed the battle formation, he also noticed an obscure aura within the field, and several avatars from his side had vanished inexplicably because of it.
After looking for a while, he could more or less guess what it was. He merely smiled and made no move to stop it.
Luo Zhong was carefully moving through the battle formation at this moment. Every relocation of the Black Mirror had to have its