"Hmm?"
The cries of agony finally drew the attention of those overseeing the various sects. Their gazes turned toward the sky, where they saw the densely packed figures of Mohist Sect disciples spreading through the air, and their expressions all grew grave.
These forces had appeared suddenly and in great numbers. After countless cold flashes flickered, the many disciples who had attacked first suffered heavy losses in an instant. Fortunately, those who had reached the island were the elites of their respective sects—either highly cultivated or richly experienced, possessing many cultivation methods, Magic Treasures, and life-preserving arts. Though there were casualties, they managed to retreat in time.
But the moment they retreated, the momentum of the Mohist School forces surged. Drawn along by their auras, even the momentum across the entire island began to sway and sink!
Fortune waxed and waned!
"They are actually using mechanical arts to carry their bodies through the air," Nine Springs Ancestor narrowed his eyes. "And there are so many of them. It seems they have some foundation as well; we cannot be careless. Blood-Transformation old man, isn't your Blood-Transformation True Scripture reputed to excel most at group battles? Why not send your disciples over to drive back these Outsiders? It would bolster your prestige here, and the tale could spread throughout the world afterward!"
Blood-Transformation Venerable's expression shifted slightly, his face dark as water. Just as he was about to speak, a voice interrupted him—
"At a time like this, everyone should stop scheming against one another. This is not the imperial court, nor are you court officials. You ought to know when to distinguish the proper moment." The speaker was Qiu Yan, clad in black robes. "You suppress one another only to keep other sects beneath you and seize the initiative. Now that