Su Yueli did not answer. She raised a hand and suppressed all the nearby military formations, forcibly clearing an unoccupied area.
"Come over here if you have the guts."
"You want to fight somewhere else?"
Motian Xing smiled. "Fine."
He took a step toward the empty area, and the power within Su Yueli had already locked onto his Divine Soul.
If he took just a few more steps, she would be able to seal the surrounding space.
But halfway there, Motian Xing suddenly turned and struck with his palm at the Great Liang army that was preparing to retreat.
Su Yueli intercepted him in advance, and Demon Qi collided with the force of her punch.
The cultivators behind her were thrown aside by the shock waves, but no one died.
"I knew it."
Using the force of the collision, Motian Xing retreated into the military formations again.
The killing intent in Su Yueli's eyes deepened. He had never intended to enter the empty area.
He was merely forcing her to divert more of her power to protecting the people below.
The fighting on the wasteland had not stopped either.
Some commanders had already realized that Motian Xing was the true enemy and begun reining in their armies.
But their orders could not reach every corner.
The battlefield was too vast.
After the military formations were scattered, cultivators from different dynasties had become thoroughly intermingled.
Some wanted to retreat.
Others thought the enemy was preparing to pursue and kill them.
As soon as conflict broke out in one spot, everyone nearby would attack at once.
Fear had already overwhelmed reason.
One Great Qian army was the first to rush toward the outskirts.
They wanted to leave the battlefield.
But the remnants of the Great Xun army blocked their way.
Both sides