In the vast pool of blood on the ground—which by now was more of a lake—Bi Lingkong used true fire to refine Di Cangqiong's original body. In the sky, the rolling lightning Di Xiangyou had unleashed surrounded the river of blood Di Cangqiong had summoned, leaving it nowhere to go.
Thunder exploded without pause across the sky, the peals merging into one continuous roar. The noise was so intense that the experts from the Hundred Schools of Thought could not keep their footing. They retreated again and again, gradually withdrawing more than ten miles.
The members of the Heavenly Secret Bureau, meanwhile, retreated into the Formation. Five-colored light flowed across it, shutting out the deafening roar. But that light kept trembling like a sapling in a gale, swaying so violently that it looked ready to shatter at any moment.
Fortunately, with the Commandants joining in, the Formation steadied once more and finally held back the fierce winds that came with the thunderclaps.
The Mohist School's Juzi gazed at the blazing light, almost too bright to look at, and sighed. "If Xiangyou had used this power earlier, we could never have stopped him!"
He was not flattering Di Xiangyou. The shockwaves from Di Xiangyou's all-out attack alone had forced him away from the battlefield. He could not even swing the Heavenfall Divine Sword to help.
If Di Xiangyou had brought out this power before, he knew he would not have lasted a hundred exchanges. He would not have held out for even a short while.
And if that was true of him, there was no need to speak of the others.
Everyone sighed. Someone muttered, "The Di Lineage is this strong. Our plan to ambush Di Cangqiong may have been wishful thinking from the start..."
The words left them all disheartened.