Li Zongyuan’s complexion slightly changed. He remembered that Zhao Wuye’s formation had obstructed a half-step Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Originally, the formation was so small… Now it was no less than a thousand meters!

Acting as nodes, each eye appeared like the reaper’s pupil, gazing at the people below.

“Get ready…” Xu Yangyi likewise controlled his breathing and raised a hand up. With the rise of his hand, all cannons and crossbows inside the Featherwood Guard’s buildings shot out piercing light in concert!

The Featherwood Guard had long since been ready for combat!

Rustle rustle rustle… Like the drum beat of a stomping death god, a tide of endless phantasms had already covered the surroundings of the Featherwood Guard where light and shadow became one.

Closer… the enemy was getting even closer. But as the Linghu Clan’s elites arrived, what welcomed them was the Featherwood Guard’s brightly lit lanterns! Loaded crossbows and cannons! Outside, a ring of golden light was faintly discernible!

In kind, there was no sound from inside, only the remaining harshness of battles experienced!

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