The Thunder Control Sect disciples on the right clearly had stronger offensive power than those on the left. The spells they unleashed immediately scattered the attacks of the Shanghua Sect and the others into seven pieces and eight fragments, then pursued their victory and struck at their opponents.
Yet the Shanghua Sect disciples were not flustered in the least. They swung their magic artifacts again and cast the same incantations, still moving in perfect unison. Though much slower than the Thunder Control Sect disciples' attacks, their power was half a notch greater, forcefully blocking the Thunder Control Sect's assault.
"Excellent, now is the time!" Seeing weariness appear on the Shanghua Sect disciples' faces, Xiao Hua was overjoyed. "If we launch another attack now, the Shanghua Sect disciples' defenses will surely be broken!"
But when his divine sense swept over the Thunder Control Sect disciples, he could not help sighing inwardly. Their faces likewise showed fatigue, and their spiritual power consumption was similar to that of the Shanghua Sect disciples. They could not even manage half another round of attacks!
"Alas, I fear it will remain like this forever! When the enemy is strong, we are strong; when the enemy is weak, we are weak. We have been locked in a stalemate all along, and the Shanghua Sect disciples have always held a slight advantage!" Xun Shu had evidently noticed it as well. He said softly, "And even if we joined Senior Brother Kan's side now, the spiritual power of four people is still but a drop of water compared to a stream when set against dozens, even hundreds, of people!"
"Eh, look over there!" Kun Feiyan pointed, and they saw several disciples at the edge of the clash driving magic treasures toward the Shanghua Sect. The might of those magic