Outside Mount Dongyang, the Dharma Body the Eastern Prince had formed through the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was drenched in blood, its dragon aura dispersing. Even the Nine-Dragon Golden Staff in his hand had snapped in two.
His imperial crown had flown off, his hair hung loose, and madness now filled his majestic face.
"Jieyin, Zhunti, you two have ruined me!!!"
The Eastern Prince looked deranged, the aura around him chaotic to the extreme.
Ever since Jieyin and Zhunti had damaged the formation in the underground palace, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation could no longer draw an endless supply of fortune from the Fortune Dragon. They could only sustain its operation with their own magical power.
After fighting the Pangu True Form so fiercely for so long, not only had the Eastern Prince exhausted his magical power, but the tens of thousands of Heavenly Court cultivators in the Battle of Ten Thousand Immortals were also arrows at the end of their flight.
Most had fallen unconscious. Only those at the peak Great Luo Golden Immortal level and Quasi-Saints such as King Pan remained conscious.
Not only had the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation fallen into a losing position, but the ordinary Heavenly Court cultivators battling the ordinary members of the Witch Clan were also being routed, their defeat crashing down like a collapsing mountain.
There was no helping it. The Heavenly Court's elite were all tied up in the Battle of Ten Thousand Immortals, while the Witch Clan had kept them occupied this entire time with nothing but the Pangu True Form formed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The great witches, meanwhile, were free to fight without restraint. Naturally, the Heavenly Court's army could not withstand them and had long since dissolved into a rout.
"Then we'll all die together!"
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