When Lu Zhou carried the floating island on his palm, he had already killed an elite. Even if there were more elites, they would not be able to change the situation much.
Within the Formation, the Penglai Island disciples had the upper hand. The ornamental veins on the umbrellas seemed capable of resisting the suppression from the Formation.
The Seven-leaf Li Jingyi gracefully and calmly tore through the cultivators who trespassed on Penglai Island. Although she was a woman, her aura, after being in the army for many years, was stronger than the others.
Madam Huang hovered in the air, transfixed by Li Jingyi's movements.
This was how the cultivation world operated. It was a dog-eat-dog world.
Some of the cultivators, still in shock, seemed to have gone insane as they laughed before jumping into the water. "Old Villain Ji! He's truly Old Villain Ji…"
