The Twelve Heavenly Guards had been plotting to cut off the Dragon Clan experts' escape route and wear them to death. In theory, there was nothing wrong with that tactic. In practice, the problems were considerable...
Had anyone ever seen a Daluo Golden Immortal or a Quasi-Sage worn to death that way? Of course not. Experts like them held vast reserves of spiritual energy and magical power. Wearing them down would take thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of years.
Did the Twelve Heavenly Guards know that? Of course they did. So why were they doing it?
They were buying time. If they could not deal with the Dragon Clan experts themselves, they could hold them off until Yuan Tian finished off Long Zhuo. Then, with Yuan Tian's strength added to theirs, dealing with these experts would be child's play. Besides, they had done it before with the Qilin Clan. They could try it again on the Dragon Clan. By now, they had developed an "understanding" among themselves.
And so the Twelve Heavenly Guards and the Dragon Clan experts fell into a stalemate. The guards could not wear the experts to death, while the experts—well, never mind them. Given the situation, they would be lucky if they survived. An effective counterattack was out of the question. Their only hope was that Long Zhuo would come to their rescue. For Daluo Golden Immortals and even Quasi-Sages of the Dragon Clan, that was a bitter pill to swallow. But they had no choice.
In the end, the outcome of the battle still came down to Yuan Tian and Long Zhuo. Whichever one of them won, his side would claim victory. That was only natural: they were the leaders and strongest fighters on their respective sides.
When the Twelve Heavenly Guards unleashed Star Descent,