They really have such strength.
When alone, they can handle one side by themselves.
With both parties present, they can join forces to be unmatched.
In the sea of light, Yan Tingfeng spoke again: "Penglai as a torch, illuminating the eternal night!"
As soon as these eight words were spoken, he unexpectedly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Tower Master!" Yue Zheng was startled and immediately summoned all her power, "Careful, steady your breath! Other disciples, follow me!"
Above Mount Penglai, the Penglai disciples instantly leaped up and followed closely.
They sat cross-legged in the air, forming a large formation, continuously transmitting power to Yan Tingfeng.
But the power needed by the Penglai Mirror was too great; even with hundreds already guarding here, most of the power was absorbed in just a few seconds.
"Tower Master, the power is still not enough!" Yue Zheng gritted her teeth, "Our people are still too few, far too few."
