And this was merely a microcosm of the entire battlefield, an insignificant microcosm.
Third-tier spirit ships possessed extraordinary defenses. Even top-grade treasures would find breaching them anything but easy.
Moreover, the cultivators aboard them far surpassed rogue Golden Core cultivators in both cultivation and treasures.
Thus, across the entire battlefield, those capable of destroying the Qian Court Allied Forces' spirit ships could be counted on one hand.
Among the countless rogue cultivators, the rogue Golden Core cultivator mentioned above ranked among the very best in cultivation and strength.
Yet in the end, a single strike from a Fourth-Tier Spirit Ship had reduced him to ash.
For many more rogue cultivators, even a spirited counterattack was no more than a mantis raising its arms against a chariot. Treasures, magical artifacts, and attacks of every kind converged on them, and before long, their bodies were torn apart, leaving no intact corpses.
Rather than a battle, a one-sided crushing might have been a more fitting description.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
As the Qian Court fleet closed in, spirit mountains collapsed one after another, and the cultivators on them suffered devastating casualties.
Blazing flames raged among the mountains.
Tonight, countless cultivators were destined to go without sleep. Whatever the outcome of this battle, it would affect the entire Central Region and perhaps enter the annals of the Cultivation World.
"Is this what the Cultivation World is?!"
Standing on the azure flying boat, Zhang Yi looked back. Multicolored spiritual light and flames that seemed intent on destroying everything reflected in his pupils.
For some reason, anger suddenly rose within him. Although he had already witnessed much of the Cultivation World's filth, he still felt an instinctive fury.
What followed was a profound sense of helplessness.
At that moment, Zhang Yi thought of his lineage.
After the