The two groups that had been driven back earlier had already split to either side. In the sky, the aged but experienced Cen Qiusheng was pressing his opponent down with unrelenting force. On the ground, Fu Jiusheng, who had yet to properly reach the first stage of the Golden Core Realm, was teetering on the edge of collapse. He was fighting with a sword in one hand while tossing out simple formation discs with the other.0

Under the demonic wolf's frenzied assault, those hastily deployed formation discs only unleashed a fraction of their intended power and were almost useless. The wolf still had strength to spare even as it attacked Fu Jiusheng. Every so often, it swept violent demonic energy across the field to strike at the other low-tier cultivators of the Luo Tian Alliance.3

In just a short span of time, several hundred cultivators died at its claws, including seven or eight Initiates. Above, on the colossal dragon boat hovered motionless in the sky, disciples growing pale at the slaughter unfolding below.1

"Palace Leader Xu, what should we do? Should we help?"0

A flying boat that had reached the level of an enchanted treasure was no mere means of transport. Such a vessel carried offensive formations of its own. Yet when this plea rose, Xu Haizhen clenched his jaw and answered in a low voice, "No one is to move. The Supreme Elder left orders. The dragon boat is our vehicle for advancing...0