Bi Lingkong was about to force herself into the fight, even if it worsened her injuries. Naturally, the experts of the Hundred Schools of Thought did not want that.
In an instant, more than one of them spoke up to stop her.
"Master Bi, you mustn't!"
"That's right. You've already done so much today. Please get some rest."
"Don't worry about the Imperial Court. Its experts won't make it here anytime soon."
The experts of the Hundred Schools of Thought knew Bi Lingkong was in bad shape. How could they stand by and watch her risk her life to defeat the enemy? There were so many of them. They had prepared for so long, and with her help, they had drawn the enemy into a tight encirclement. If they still needed Bi Lingkong to risk her life to break through the Imperial Court experts' defenses, they would be disgraced all the way down to the Underworld. Even in death, they would have no face to meet their ancestors in the Yellow Springs!
Yet for all their preparations, the Formation that Di Jiazi and Lord Wenchao had once designed together specifically for defense left them like rats trying to drag a tortoise: they had no idea where to begin.
The golden clouds and the phantom mountains and rivers collided again and again, their thunderous clashes never ceasing. But while ripples kept spreading through the golden clouds like waves across water, the phantom mountains and rivers stood firm as Mount Tai, without the slightest tremor.
Pan Long shook his head repeatedly as he watched. He wished he could go over and help.
But he knew he would be no help even if he did.
Among the experts of the Hundred Schools of Thought were at least a dozen Great Grandmasters who had