BOOM!
The Desert Legion advanced swiftly. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the mountain gate of Zixiao Holy Land. A bloody light flashed, condensing into a terrifying battle soul of the army. Across the ten-thousand-zhang Void, clouds of Evil Qi billowed and rolled.
The image of timeless rivers and mountains manifested within the battle soul, unleashing countless divine rays, its sharp aura piercing the heavens. The intent of destruction shook heaven and earth!
Even Shu Qingyun, standing within the Formation, felt immense pressure. As for the ordinary Disciples and soldiers of Zixiao Holy Land, they fared even worse; their faces turned pale, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.
Shu Qingyun's brow furrowed. We can only call for aid! With a series of hand seals, he conjured two beams of purple light carrying his plea for help, shooting them towards Qionghua Holy Land and the Thousand-Demon Saint's Court.
