Inside the Thirty-First Fortress.
Some Emperors and Heavenly Venerables also sensed the disturbances among the distant Blood Tribe troops, and their eyes lit up.
They looked at Chu Kuangren with wonder in their eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, you actually have an ability like this?"
"Generally speaking, the farther an attack travels, the weaker its power becomes. But that palm strike of yours didn't weaken at all, even across nearly a million kilometers. Tsk, tsk, this ability is truly incredible."
"Ha, this will be enormously useful on the battlefield."
Everyone quickly realized how absurdly powerful this ability was. Even Luo Shui grew a little excited. "Where does the limit of this ability lie?"
Chu Kuangren chuckled and rose into the air.
"Everyone, attack me!"
At his words, everyone exchanged looks.
Luo Shui, however, trusted Chu Kuangren completely. "Attack!"
With their general giving the order, the others immediately complied.
For a moment, all kinds of energy blasted toward Chu Kuangren.
Sword Qi, palm force, saber light...
Flames and frost, storms and thunder...
Dazzling light illuminated the cold, silent universe.
Enveloped in that light, Chu Kuangren looked utterly unconcerned. With a raise of his hand, he layered the Space Transport Technique with the Spatial Transfer ability granted by the Time-Space Treasure Mirror, pushing both to their limits.
Large swathes of the void around him twisted.
Every energy attack that entered the void around him vanished, then appeared above the Blood Tribe troops hundreds of thousands of kilometers away a moment later. Like divine troops descending from the heavens, they whipped up waves of energy storms.
The Blood Tribe troops were caught completely off guard. Warships exploded one after another under the attacks, and countless Blood Tribe cultivators perished with them.
"Damn it, these are Spatial Techniques!"
"When did a cultivator this skilled in