The voice was sonorous and thunderous, sweeping down from the auspicious light to the frontlines like rolling tides.
The despairing Great Yan cultivators and the retreating Great Void cultivators looked up in shock at the auspicious light and the figure above it. They rubbed their eyes before they looked again.
"It's Whitzard!"
When the Great Yan cultivators identified Whitzard, they were elated and excited.
"The Pavilion Master of the Saint Sky Pavilion is here in person!"
Word of this spread like a wildfire.
The morale of the despairing cultivators soared immediately. They looked at the figure in the sky with expressions of reverence and worship.
The Great Yan cultivators kneeled one after another and shouted, "Greetings, Senior Ji!"
Lu Zhou swept his gaze across the cultivators who were covered in dirt and dust and were looking at him.
