As they had speculated, when everyone gathered, they were transported to the same location.
This outcome had been a gamble. If they had been scattered instead, Amalia's formation would have required switching to the riskiest contingency plan.
A barrage of attacks descended upon them like an overwhelming tidal wave.
"Form the array!" Amalia bellowed.
Immediately, the various sect factions, including wild cultivators like Hanjun Wangye, converged into nine distinct groups. Nine beams of light shot skyward, aligning like an immortal chain.
Faced with the oncoming assault, many cultivators felt terror grip their hearts, suppressing the primal urge to flee.
The next moment, the attacks were blocked by a radiant barrier. Explosions boomed outside the shield, their backlash annihilating several wandering spirits too close to the barrier.
