"I should have thought of it, should have thought of it—the one leading the army..."
Looking at the chaos before him, Zhao Hong's expression went blank, and a phrase surfaced in his mind—
When an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain!
The chaos in the camp had already lasted some time. From the appearance of the Human Path Thunder to the eight cultivators falling to the ground, only the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, yet the entire White Lotus Sect camp was already showing signs of collapse.
This was not caused by the cultivators' fall itself, but that sight had dealt a crushing blow to the army's morale!
One had to know that when those few took to the air and employed their combined attack method, they had also drawn a thread of spirit from the White Lotus soldiers scattered across the ground, gathering it into momentum.
It was not something those cultivators had done deliberately. Rather, they and the core soldiers had both undergone special tempering, leaving them invisibly linked in some way. When the cultivators activated their divine abilities, that connection was magnified, allowing them to offset the Killing Intent of the military formation formed by those soldiers.
But all those advantages had now become disadvantages.
Qiu Yan's method of repelling divine abilities was actually simple, almost brutal: he used the Humanistic Network to mobilize the Human Path Thunder and disperse every trace of divine-ability aura that did not belong to the Human Path.
More than ten thousand Forces of Order roamed within the Literary Web, while many Grand Confucians sat and debated the Dao. Literary Thought surged like a raging river. How could the Human Path Thunder thus summoned possibly be endured by eight Third Realm cultivators?
Not only