Upon the battlefield, spirit force surged chaotically, figures crisscrossed in a blur, the conflict was intense, and cultivators of both races unleashed secret techniques in rapid succession, each countering the other.
Suspended midair, the Blood Owl, who had been observing the battle, finally lost his composure. The secret techniques that the Blood Race prided itself on failed to have the expected effect, making him realize that Soaring Dragon World was not so easily gnawed upon.
"How truly... stubborn!"
As his words fell, he had already transformed into a streak of blood light, rushing towards a specific area of the battlefield.
That place was where the monks of Vajra Temple were gathered. As they fought valiantly against their enemies with wrathful expressions, the resounding chant from their lips dispelled the influence of Blood Race's secret techniques on the minds of Soaring Dragon cultivators.
