Speak of Battle, and Battle It Was

For the red-robed youth to injure his opponents, he had to pay a certain price. The reason lay with the black-clad cultivator.

Although the black-clad cultivator's aura was not as formidable as the red-robed youth's, he could twist and turn at extreme speed within a tiny space, then appear at bizarre angles where the red-robed youth found it exceedingly awkward to attack.

This caused the red-robed youth to nearly be struck several times while entangled with the Cangyu Sect cultivators. Fortunately, his spiritual power greatly surpassed theirs, and he endured every blow head-on.

There were already three or four tears in the clothes on his back and shoulders, though thankfully no blood seeped out.

The battle between both sides was exceptionally fierce. The disciples in the valley watched through the light screen of the sect-protecting grand formation with pounding hearts, while dazzling flashes frequently erupted across the formation in the sky.

Whenever the light flared, the entire Falling Star Valley shook violently. Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators floating in the air to watch swayed unsteadily, their faces ashen.

That was with the sect-protecting grand formation shielding them. They already felt their minds reeling from the tremors; had they been outside, the aftershocks of the battle alone would have killed them beyond any doubt.

They were likewise swept away by the Great Elder's overwhelming strength. He alone forced two Golden Core Realm cultivators into constant evasions, displaying astonishing courage and ferocity.

When the battle had continued for roughly half a quarter-hour, the red-robed youth suddenly let out a high, piercing howl like that of an old ape.

Just as his howl rose, the two opposite him assumed the red-robed youth was about to unleash some life-risking secret art. They immediately focused all their attention on him.

Yet, before they could react,