Divine light surged in Lu Mingyuan's arms as his blood and qi roiled. Above, the tribulation cloud trembled. Eighty-one serpentine bolts of lightning flashed before a Divine Thunder, as thick as a bucket and tinged with purple, plummeted from the sky.
Over a hundred Celestial Dao Incarnations charged at him in unison.
With a wave of his hand, Lu Mingyuan summoned countless Blood Gluttonous Avatars. They transformed into Shadow Warriors and clashed with the Celestial Dao Incarnations.
'So what if there are a lot of them!'
'As if having greater numbers makes them special!'
High in the sky, the pagoda-shaped tribulation cloud rotated slowly. Below it, hundreds of figures clashed. Battle cries shook the heavens as figures were constantly blown to pieces.
Putting aside their actual combat strength, the spectacle was quite impressive.
The Cultivators of the Great Yan Camp, including the masters who had rushed over from the Taoist Sect to provide aid, all marveled at the scene.
