When only one number remained in the countdown.
At that moment, even the monstrous prodigies who kept shouting that they did not fear death, who had weathered great winds and waves, felt their hearts race and their mouths go dry.
Because this was not simply a one-on-one spell duel.
Nor was it a battle between armies of a million.
It was something beyond their imagination-a sect war.
Countless cultivators were packed densely together, without even room to turn or maneuver, in a sect-wide spell battle where they could only endure the blows and fight head-on.
With a stroke of bad luck, they might face the concentrated fire of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even over a million spells.
Under concentrated fire on that scale, even the most monstrous of monstrous prodigies would die, their Dao extinguished.
At that moment, Wang Quan suddenly grasped something.
He told Yu Wanzhou, "Quick, run with me and shout with me. Tell everyone to cast offensive spells at the other side."
What?
Before Yu Wanzhou could react, she saw a cloud of smoke burst from beneath Wang Quan's feet.
The smoke surged skyward, carrying him up into the air.
Then Wang Quan roared, "Everyone, prepare offensive spells!"
"Not defensive spells."
"Cast offensive spells, all of you! Hit them with the fiercest barrage and blast the other side apart!"
Wang Quan shouted.
Then the smoke beneath his feet carried him hurtling toward the rear, and his voice kept traveling toward the back of the ranks.
Below him, the many cultivators, their nerves stretched taut, instinctively switched spells.
They kneaded balls of thunderfire and spat out streams of wind and lightning, ready to unleash them.
At that moment, Yu Wanzhou instantly understood something.
Boom!
Colored smoke burst from beneath her feet. Then, after soaring into