"If we stay here, the odds are still stacked against us." Gu Dao, one of the Three Immortals of the Gu Clan, gave a bitter smile. They now seemed caught between advancing and retreating.
"The clan leader must have been held up by Hun Tiandi as well. It may be too difficult for him to intervene." Gu Lie's expression also grew much graver.
His aura was somewhat sluggish. His battle with the Nihility Devouring Flame just now had left him badly injured. If he stayed here, the death qi would probably consume him before the Three Immortals of the Gu Clan.
Everyone fell silent for a moment. They had never expected events to unfold so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed, and they were about to be wiped out.
The Hun Clan had truly prepared a great deal for this battle. They really had the strength to destroy the Three Clans.
Among the crowd, Jiang Yun held Xiao Yi Xian's and Qing Lin's soft hands, quietly remaining within the formation. His eyes looked around "gravely," as though searching for a way out.
Yet while Jiang Yun appeared anxious to outsiders, he was perfectly calm inside, without the slightest urgency. He was entirely capable of preventing the formation from taking shape and averting this crisis.
But he had not done so. He wanted to see how far Xiao Yan could wield plane power.
Moreover, fighting Xiao Yan was also a process through which Jiang Yun came to understand plane power. Just now, the rudimentary form of a scripture had taken shape in his mind.
It was precisely the sort of secret art that resembled the Supreme Sensing Art passed down by the Symbol Ancestor on the Heavenly Profound Continent. Successfully cultivating it would allow him to