Fierce battle against five Imperial Clan prodigies: one against five, suppressed with a raised hand!

"Fall back, hold your positions, and protect yourselves."

Ye Tian's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority as he instructed Huang Ruoxi, Su Qinglian, and the others behind him, who had been about to step forward to help.

His gaze burned like a torch. He had already discerned the power of this Myriad Spirits Emperor-Burying Formation.

If Huang Ruoxi and the others rashly entered its core, they would not only fail to help, but might also suffer grievous injuries from the formation's power.

Though reluctant, Huang Ruoxi and the others knew full well that this was no time to push beyond their limits.

If they recklessly advanced into the Myriad Spirits Emperor-Burying Formation, they might even make matters worse.

The absolute confidence in Ye Tian's calm tone also reached them, and they stayed to the side, quietly watching the battle.

The four immediately tightened their formation and stood back-to-back, divine light protecting their bodies. They resisted the suppressive and corrosive forces spreading from the formation's edge with all their strength, their eyes fixed firmly on the center of the battlefield.

Standing at the formation's core, Ye Tian felt its effects most keenly.

The invisible field was like shackles weighing billions of tons, layered upon him again and again.

Not only was his movement restricted, but even the surging chaos emperor blood and vast magical power within him circulated more than fifty percent less smoothly!

It was as though he had sunk into a mire. Every movement required several times his usual effort.

This ancient formation had been born expressly to bury emperors. It truly lived up to its name!

Yet as he faced these five Dark Imperial Clan prodigies, each bearing a kill order and watching him like ravenous tigers.

There was not the slightest apprehension in Ye Tian's eyes.