Early Qi Refining cultivators had weak divine sense and could not wield magical artifacts. They could only use talismans and other means to contend with middle Qi Refining cultivators. Once those resources were exhausted, their spells alone were no match for the allied cultivators.
The spells cast by early Qi Refining cultivators lacked power and were slow to unleash, making it difficult for them to contend with magical artifacts.
Ordinary cultivators could not cast spells above their own cultivation level. Geniuses were, after all, only a tiny minority.
Once the Feng Household's early Qi Refining cultivators began suffering casualties, a chain reaction immediately followed. More allied cultivators were freed up to surround the Feng Household cultivators, accelerating their defeat and destruction.
The cultivation world was rife with deception. Only a small handful of upright cultivators observed "martial honor," and the allied cultivators clearly possessed no such noble scruples.
Just as expected.
Having seen this, Liu Yu already had a clear grasp of the situation. With a shift of his divine sense, he turned his attention to the battle between Feng Tianwei, Hou Yanze, and Gongsun Cang.
Feng Tianwei's robes were stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper. A round shield floated before him.
He controlled a superior-grade magical artifact shaped like a pale-cyan great halberd, barely holding off the two men's attacks. He could only defend, with no strength left to strike back, and his life seemed about to slip away.
In truth, he was in a rather frustrating predicament. His cultivation had originally been one level higher than theirs, and with magical artifacts of comparable quality, he might not have been able to defeat both men alone, but protecting himself should have posed no problem.
Yet the injuries he had sustained while attacking the Spirit