At the crowded harbor, where immortal ships stretched in unbroken ranks, forty or fifty figures hovered above a mountain-sized immortal ship, attacking furiously. Every gesture of the four leaders stirred the spiritual energy, whipping up winds and clouds. Their earth-shaking attacks were terrifying enough to make hearts tremble.
Yet radiant light swirled around the enormous immortal ship, and waves of spell attacks poured out without end. With ten thousand Buddhas protecting its exterior and a massive tower anchoring its interior, it stood as imposing as a mountain unmoved since eternity, remaining steadfast beneath the surrounding assault.
Even more striking was the sky-supporting giant aboard the ship. Over two thousand zhang tall, nearly as high as the ship's main mountain, he had three heads, six arms, and eight wings. One hand supported a bowl while another wielded a blade. The golden blade slashed relentlessly, and every stroke slew an opponent outside the formation!
"Despicable! This immortal ship actually has two main formations! If this continues, we'll never break through its defenses. We're courting death..."
Their prolonged assault had achieved nothing. Instead, more than half their own forces had fallen, most to the raging tide of golden blade strikes. Elder Luo fought with his heart quaking and his courage failing. His confidence dwindled, and he sent a voice transmission to Protector Chen, Elder Li, and Elder Dong, clearly inclined to give up!
By now, it was not just Elder Luo. Apart from Protector Chen, who was grieving the loss of his son, everyone's momentum had begun to fade. They dodged more often than they attacked, plainly going through the motions without putting in the effort.
"The four of us will gather and attack with all our strength. This formation will fall! After the battle, I will reward you handsomely!"
Protector Chen had