Indeed, among the six cultivators on the field, one was Jiang Yang's senior sister, Chu Qingjian.
Her Pivot Thunder was immensely overbearing. Golden Mace in hand, she swept across the battlefield, hammering her opponent until he could only defend, with no strength left to strike back.
But the Purple Mansion spirit thunder tugged at their hearts, and with six cultivators embroiled in a chaotic melee, none was willing to let go easily.
Even the cultivator left dizzy and dazed by several bolts of Pivot Thunder gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to give up as he waited to see whether the tide might turn.
Chu Qingjian could keep him suppressed, but he was still a cultivator of the same realm. She could not kill him in a matter of moments, and could only pin him down without inflicting serious injury.
These people each harbor their own designs, watching like hungry tigers. I must conserve my strength and not press them too hard...
Chu Qingjian had extensive experience in magical combat, and her assessment of the situation was exceptionally accurate.
The six distrusted one another. If Chu Qingjian killed any one of them, the others would feel threatened, and might well band together to deal with her first.
Golden thunder exploded, dark clouds loomed overhead, and purple light darted through flickering azure radiance, each lending brilliance to the other.
Strangely, the situation had settled into a fragile balance.
Yet someone did not wish to see this stalemate continue. There was only one portion of spirit thunder, so there could only be one winner.
"Too many people muddy the waters. I'll drive these fellows out first, then deal with the rest at leisure."
The young man in crimson robes deflected an incoming spell, freeing a hand to retrieve an exquisite talisman