For a time, although the Immortal-God Faction held the upper hand, the Great Huan Faction forced them to form up and hold their ground. Those who left the formation fell one after another, staining the skies with blood...
Whoever they were, whether members of the allied forces or descended immortal gods, whether at the peak loose immortal realm or true immortals and true gods, anyone who strayed even slightly from the Myriad Immortals Formation was slain in midair by Xiao Ying. Not a single one escaped; no one could truly leave. Even Message Talismans were shattered in midair, making communication impossible.
Xiao Ying's cultivation already towered over all of Pangu. After he donned the Kunpeng Battle Garment, his speed reached a heaven-defying level, his flight rivaling teleportation and leaving others no time to react. Besides, Xiao Ying already commanded Spatial Transposition. Even when someone occasionally broke out of the formation, they could not fly far before he caught up and killed them!
"The Heaven-Supporting Emperor Pagoda! The Kunpeng Battle Garment! The Heaven-Earth Bell! And he still hasn't used his many Pangu spirit treasures. Does the ruler of Great Huan intend to trap us here until we die?"
Watching Message Talismans shatter and "messengers" fall one after another, the descended immortal gods wore exceedingly grim expressions. God Emperor Luo Tian's handsome face flushed crimson as he muttered through gritted teeth, as though he had suffered a tremendous insult.
It stood to reason. There were now over six thousand descended immortal gods, while the Great Huan Immortal Guards numbered only a little over a thousand, increasing by thirty to fifty every quarter hour.
Their overall strength was clear: the Immortal-God Faction should have held a firm advantage. Yet they had been beaten into cowering inside the Myriad Immortals Formation. It was nothing