On the other side of the battlefield.
A sea of ghostly green mist surged above the mountain peaks, lightning interweaving with Buddhist light within it, blade winds meeting fist force. From afar, it looked like a thundercloud suspended above the earth.
Four figures wheeled through the thundercloud, their bodies as tiny as grains of rice, yet radiating might that soared into the heavens.
As a member of the Daoist Sect, Nangong Ye possessed exceptionally mobile spells such as the Ten-Thousand-Mile Divine Movement Spell, along with long-range precision-killing Divine Abilities such as flying swords and Thunder Magic. He would not be at much of a disadvantage against any school.
Monk Xuyin, meanwhile, was an eminent monk of the Meditation Sect, skilled in defense rather than offense. Although myriad arts struggled to break his defenses, his mobility was inherently lacking. Normally, he could not hold down a Daoist deliberately avoiding battle.
But Wei Jili also understood that Monk Xuyin could not stop the two of them, which was why he had rushed over to help. Afraid that leaving survivors would expose his identity, Wei Jili dared not use Snow Eagle Ridge's family arts. Bu Yuehua, however, also had old injuries and could not unleash her full strength, leaving the two sides deadlocked.
Nangong Ye's goal was to reinforce Xie Jinhuan, so getting bogged down in a tug-of-war had originally been very unfavorable for their side.
But as several booms rang out from the direction of Snow Cliff, all four stopped almost simultaneously and turned toward the source.
Rumble-
The destructive power of Transcendent Grade martial artists fighting head-on to the death was truly astonishing. The towering Snow Cliff collapsed through its middle under the impact, countless rocks tumbling through the air into the white mist filling the sky.
And a terrifying surge