Even as Li Changāan pushed the *Martial Scripture* to its absolute limit, his skin and muscles felt as if they were being furiously bored into by countless power drills. His entire body throbbed with excruciating pain.
Now Li Changāan finally understood why Lu Shang couldnāt help but curse up a storm back at the Da Yuan Imperial Palace, when heād seen Li Changāan just watching coldly, waiting for an opportunity.
āBecause right now, Li Changāan wanted to curse up a storm too.
āThat bastard Lu Shang is so damn slow. After this battle is over, Iām going to have to string him up and give him a good thrashing just to let off some steam.ā
"Break!"
With a furious roar, Li Changāan pushed the *Martial Scripture* to its absolute limit. Wisps of Bone and Flesh Fire surged from his body, finally allowing him to break free from the weeds and saplings that were relentlessly trying to bore into his flesh.
The instant he broke free, Li Changāan vanished.
BOOM!
Less than a second after Li Changāan moved, a giant mountain of rock came crashing down!
Seeing that Li Changāan had dodged, the stone mountain suddenly exploded. A torrent of rubble flew in every direction like a meteor shower raining down from the sky.
āIt turned out another Cultivator had made a move. The instant Li Changāan broke free from the saplings, the man had ripped a mountain of rock weighing several tons right out of the ground.
Although the attack hadnāt landed a direct, fatal blow on Li Changāan, the exploding shrapnel still left him battered and bleeding.
The Cultivator who had thrown the mountain was the bearded man from before.
His expression was unnaturally cold as he said calmly, "An ant is an ant. No matter how much you struggle, youāre still just an ant. I donāt care how you escaped from the Da Yuan Imperial Palace. Now, lie down and die!"
Before his voice even faded, the bearded man reached out again, grabbing an even larger mountain of rock. Beside him, the other Cultivators were itching for a fight, ready to strike at any moment.
Seeing this, Li Changāan felt his scalp tingle with dread.
The twelve Cultivator incarnations were already more than Li Changāan could handle. Now, with the addition of that massive Array, the situation was becoming truly impossible.
The grand Array beneath the twelve Cultivator incarnations was called the Five Elements Array.
Any Technique cast by a Cultivator within the Array would be amplified by the Five Elements Array, nearly doubling its explosive power. For Techniques with inherent Attributes, the damage boost was even greater!
One could only imagine how terrifying this group of people was right now.
Even as a peak Martial God, Li Changāan had absolutely no chance of winning a direct confrontation against such an absurdly powerful group of Cultivators without external aid.
Keep in mind, only two of them had attacked so far, and they had already left Li Changāan in such a wretched state. If the remaining ten attacked simultaneously, he would probably have to turn tail and run, even if he used his Soul Fire!
...
On the battlefield below, many soldiers had stopped fighting and were looking up, their eyes fixed on the mid-air battle between Li Changāan and the Cultivators.
When they saw Li Changāan struggle to break free from the saplings only to be immediately assaulted by another Cultivator, the expressions on all the soldiersā faces turned grim.
"Hang in there, Your Majesty!"
"If you canāt win, you have to get out of here! We can cover your retreat!"
"These so-called Cultivators are a bunch of shameless bastards! Ganging up on one person like this!"
Below, the soldiers of Great Zhou were filled with worry. Some even wanted to urge Li Changāan to leave at once.
After all, anyone with eyes could see how disadvantageous the battle in the sky was for Li Changāan. He was outnumbered and isolated, no match at all for that group of āImmortalsā!
Seeing this, even the soldiers of the Great Yuan and Qiangman were at a loss.
They no longer knew what they were fighting for.
It seemed the Cultivators were their true, common enemy.
...
But regardless of what anyone else thought, Li Changāan did not leave. He gritted his teeth and held on.
āThis gang of Cultivators is not only numerous, but they also prepared powerful Array Patterns in advance. Clashing with them head-on under these circumstances would put me at a massive disadvantage.ā
āBut I canāt leave. Now is the perfect time to kill these bastards.ā
āAny delay, even by a minute, could change everything!ā
Just as Li Changāan was about to break and resort to using his Soul Fire, brilliant golden lights suddenly erupted across the devastated battlefield. Countless intricate patterns lit up out of the Void, forming connections between every Martial Artist on the ground and Li Changāan in the sky.
Everyone was stunned.
No one knew what was happening.
Just then, Li Yuanqing and Li Shiran appeared, along with a sweat-drenched Lu Shang. Standing on a high vantage point, they shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, this is an Array! All of you can transmit your vital energy into the sky! Through the Array, your energy will become His Majestyās power to fight those fucking Immortals!"
Their voices were so loud their roars could be heard across half the battlefield.
Hearing the roar, many snapped back to their senses. They let go of all reservations, channeling their vital energy and power to Li Changāan in the sky.
Even some of the Martial Artists from the Great Yuan and Qiangman armies were moved, secretly channeling a portion of their own power to Li Changāan.
After all, those who participated in a war of this nation-destroying scale were all elite soldiers, and the vast majority of elite soldiers were Martial Artists with some level of Cultivation.