"Ah! Everyone, look! That purple-black sun in the sky is falling!"
"Who won?"
"I believe the Palace Master will win!"
"Pah! That sickly Palace Master of yours might not be a match for our sect master even at his peak! Hahaha, that must be the sign that our sect master has defeated your Palace Master. Get ready to die!"
"Bastards! You petty scoundrels still dare to talk tough? Do you really think we won't strike to kill?"
"Your Palace Master is about to lose, and you dare attack us? Go on, try it!"
"Fine, we will!"
The Myriad Formation Spirit Palace had essentially taken control of the battle below.
Yet even with total defeat looming, the Heavenly Nether Sect's side showed no fear whatsoever!
In their eyes, as long as their sect master won, the situation before them would turn around in an instant!
That was the influence a faction's strongest combatant could wield.
Now, both sides were waiting to see whether that falling purple-black sun meant Lin Xiao had lost, or whether he had used a Dou Technique to smash Tian Mingzi down from the sky.
Naturally, everyone on the Heavenly Nether Sect's side believed the former.
On the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace's side, however, not everyone had faith in Xiao Lin.
After all, aside from the five elders, the other members of the Myriad Formation Spirit Palace did not know the truth behind their Palace Master's "grave injuries."
Recalling how their Palace Master had looked before the battle, with his "grave injuries still unhealed," how could they not worry?
Although they hoped in their hearts that their Palace Master would win, quite a few of them still reasoned that he might have lost.
With their differing emotions, both sides watched the great purple-black sun gradually descend from the