Magic treasures, pills, even Daoist arts and martial arts could not be used during Moon Chase.
The only thing the cultivators of the three-sect Alliance Army could do was circulate their energy to resist Moon Chase, accelerating to escape its grip as quickly as possible.
Even if they had lost the initiative on the battlefield, they had to regain control of their bodies. At least then they would have a chance to fight back!
Being forced to take a beating without fighting back was far too stifling.
As everyone scrambled to fly skyward, the crowd caught in Moon Chase immediately separated into tiers.
Those at the Golden Core peak flew fastest, followed by those at the Mid Golden Core Stage and those who had only just reached Golden Core. At the very bottom were the cultivators struck by Lightning Storm, gravely injured and unconscious...
Throughout their acceleration, the lightning from Lin Bai's hand never stopped.
Five Voice Recorders played on a loop, unleashing Lightning Storm's full power.
The tongue twister about Cui Cutleg in front of the mountain was not short.
However quickly it was recited, there would still be gaps. Looping it kept the lightning continuous.
Lin Bai's left hand was like a mobile machine gun, chasing the cultivators caught in Moon Chase and firing without pause.
Every so often, a cultivator was struck by lightning, lost consciousness, and slowed down...
Lin Bai had no choice.
There were too many cultivators on the other side. Medicine King Valley alone had three thousand Golden Core cultivators. If he did not take a few out while they could not fight back, when would he?
Once they recovered, he would be the unlucky one.
System skills were not omnipotent.
Besides.
His fearsome reputation needed victories to back it up.
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