Zi Kun and Qianji's situation was no better. After all, Qianji was only at the early fourth tier.
But they understood Shadow Matriarch's intentions. They had to hold out until the other Spirit Transformation powerhouses of the Desolate Moon Continent arrived.
A fierce gleam flashed through Qianji's eyes. Neither he nor Zi Kun had any objection to Shadow Matriarch's arrangements.
At this moment, like Gong Chenying, they recalled that great battle outside the Tianli Clan. They had been just as powerless then, able only to watch Li Yan fight bloodily outside. .🅆.
"With cultivation like yours, you really aren't afraid of death!"
The Nascent Soul enemy opposite them sensed the demon aura around the two beasts, and a sharp light flashed through his eyes.
"If anyone dies, it'll be you first!"
Qianji's voice rang out. The instant the two demons lunged forward, ten enormous, chilling ice swords appeared at their sides.
Those were ice swords Qianji had formed from his clansmen. He knew that relying on just the two of them, they could not delay the enemy for long. Then they could only stake the lives of his clansmen.
Several battle groups collided in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid the thunderous blasts came the wild laughter of several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Hahaha... so this is all you've got. Surrender with your hands bound while you still can, lest you die!"
"A pearl of rice!"
"A top sect is nothing more than this!"
Yan Longzi's side had also been thrown into utter disarray, but just as that early Spirit Transformation cultivator had expected, the Phantom Sect's foundations ran far too deep.
The cultivation methods these prodigies practiced each had their own augmenting effects. In particular, they had poison mist, spirit beasts, and gu insects to aid them.
Especially Chu