The Yue Household's remaining attacks all hurtled toward the Restricting Formation's barrier.
Ripples rose one after another across the light screen of the Canhe Dragon-Imprisoning Formation.
It was like a lake being pelted with stone after stone, its surface churning without end.
Every ripple was accompanied by violent collisions and surges of immense spiritual power.
The fighting strength committed by all sides at Western Yue Mountain was astonishing!
All manner of Dharma Artifacts crisscrossed the sky, and the radiance of spells blotted out the sun. The grandeur of the spectacle far exceeded ordinary imagination.
But something was not quite right.
Spiritual power surged like a tsunami, wave after wave crashing against everything around it.
Yet, bafflingly, the casualties on both sides did not rocket upward as expected.
There was none of the devastation of lives laid waste and corpses strewn across the fields.
By all reason, with spiritual power fluctuating so violently and over a thousand cultivators embroiled in battle, should the fighting not have been exceptionally brutal?
Yet these cultivators' attacks, though seemingly ferocious, were actually more like probes and efforts to keep one another in check.
Neither side displayed the ruthlessness to disregard everything and burn jade and stone alike.
Instead, they seemed to have reached some unspoken understanding.
One side attacked, and the other responded calmly.
They traded blows but always left room to maneuver, showing none of the determination to fight to the death until only one side remained.
Time slipped quietly by, and a quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
At this critical moment, a streak of traveling light shot in from the horizon, swift as lightning tearing through the firmament.
As the dazzling light gradually faded, Xu Jiuling's figure emerged.
His expression was cold as frost, and sharp light