His voice carried across the plains. This time, even fewer people stopped. Both sides had committed their entire main forces.
The commanders refused to abandon the victory nearly within their grasp, and the rank-and-file cultivators could not break away from their military formations.
They did not even know who the person in the sky was. They only knew the enemy stood before them.
Su Yueli raised a hand and pressed down toward the battlefield. Dozens of military formations dimmed at once.
The cultivators on the front lines were forcibly separated, but the Red Sand Plains were too vast.
She suppressed the eastern flank, while the western flank fought on.
The high-realm cultivators on both sides did not stop either.
Some even seized the chance to launch sneak attacks while the enemy formations were being suppressed.
Su Yueli shattered the spells with a backhand strike, and her fury finally erupted.
"Attack again, and you die!"
Overwhelming pressure blanketed the plains.
The battlefield for hundreds of miles around finally fell silent.
Countless people looked up at her, some in fear, others in defiance.
The Great Qian commander stood within his military formation and called out, "Senior Su, Motian Xing has shown himself. Why won't you kill him?"
Su Yueli did not answer.
Someone in the Great Xun formation spoke up as well. "He's right in front of you!"
"As long as you kill him, the war will end on its own!"
"Or can you not bear to destroy that body?"
Voices rose one after another.
Some were Demon Path cultivators hiding in the crowd and leading the outcry. Others were genuine generals of the dynasties demanding answers.
They knew Motian Xing was absorbing death energy.
But now, everyone wanted to push the blame onto Su Yueli.
If she killed him quickly enough,