In the city, countless commoners peered through the cracks of their windows to see the numerous figures of the Li Family soaring across the sky, among which some elder citizens, upon seeing those golden lingering souls, widened their eyes with disbelief and excitement, as tears streamed down their faces.
They recognized them as the long-deceased ancestors of the Li Family, who were now stepping out of the ancestral temple to fight for Qingzhou City!
Boom! Boom!
Feng Lingxiao's Xuanyu Heavy Tower in his hand constantly thundered, yet his Divine Soul flickered, still stubbornly holding on.
On the contrary, the Demon Tide, if left unrestrained, was nearly dispersed by Li Xiaoran and his comrades slaughtering them.
Amid this deadlock, with one side trying to break the formation and the other slaughtering, at the rear of the Demon Tide, on a distant mountain, two figures resembling the abyss stood firm.