Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1816 Chapter 475: Jianlong Pass Breached

"Hurry, fall back into defense—Dragon Coil!"

Long Ying shouted urgently.

Suddenly, the enormous Dragon Array twisted around like a colossal serpent, while Duan Yuan and his companions dashed into position. The dragon's midsection writhed, wrapping Li Hao securely in the deepest section of its tail.

Following the earlier clash, Li Hao's efforts had completely earned their trust, so they now prioritized shielding him above all.

Li Hao spotted the approaching Ghost Witch Formation, his expression shifting as he sensed its aura vastly surpassing the Yan Ghost Array's power; a cold shiver ran down his spine, as if the specter of death hovered nearby.

In that instant of peril, with no moment to deliberate, Li Hao prepared to ignite his True God Blood when Shi Miao's voice abruptly echoed in his thoughts:

"Leave it to me."

A terrifying Time Power surged within the Dragon Array at once, and right at the dragon claw spot, Shi Miao's form burst forth with seven-colored Divine Light.

The colossal dragon's talons slashed as though ripping apart the fabric of time and space, directly slicing through the void where the Ghost Witch Formation advanced, forming a shattered rift in space-time.

The Ghost Witch Formation smashed into that void space-time rift, its form locking up like it was trapped in frost.

Yet this pause lasted only a heartbeat; Shi Miao lifted her hand once more, summoning a spiraling seven-colored Divine Light in the emptiness that resembled a piercing bolt, which streaked straight at the Ghost Witch Formation, impaling one of its limbs and causing numerous Ancient Demons to tumble out, their forms detonating on impact.

With an arm severed, the Ghost Witch Formation grew even more frenzied, unleashing a guttural bellow as it surged ahead with greater speed.

Long Ying and his group were still reeling from the astonishment; they never imagined Shi Miao could actually inflict damage on the Ghost Witch Formation.

Boom!

All of a sudden, a thunderous dragon cry echoed, and the huge Earth Armor Department dragon lagging behind the Ghost Witch Formation lunged forward just as Shi Miao blocked it, clamping onto the formation's rear; the pair twisted together in fierce combat.

"Fast, pull back to the far side."

Long Ying called out in a rush.

The nine synced with the two forces, swiftly withdrawing and putting space between themselves and that section of the battlefield, since the shockwaves from the Ghost Witch Formation's struggle could injure them.

Luckily, they withdrew to safety on the sidelines, while the Ghost Witch Formation remained locked in combat with the massive Earth Armor Department dragon, unable to escape, and now crippled by the loss of a limb, it swiftly lost ground.

Seeing this, Long Ying and the rest stared in disbelief; they had figured Li Hao's display was remarkable enough, yet they hadn't anticipated Shi Miao harnessing the Six Harmonies Dragon Scale Array to wound the Ghost Witch Formation—a feat akin to an Immortal King leaping across two realms to deliver a grave injury to the foe!

At first, they believed these two would drag them down upon reaching the seventh level of Dragon Shield; but now, it appeared the reverse was true—they proved to be invaluable assets.

They scarcely caught their breath when the Yan Ghost Array nearby launched another assault, dragging the group back into the fray.

Across the battlefield, the tide shifted dramatically, with clashes erupting in every direction, and in the Exotic Realm zone where the two Quasi-Emperors dueled, endless waves of ruinous energy saturated the area. Amid roaring dragons, a gigantic Ancestor Dragon silhouette pulled back, while another ominous Ancient Demon shape, resembling a shadowy colossal specter, withdrew into the Ancient Demon ranks, spewing dark vapors.

At the rear of the field, Qingxuan hurried to meet the returning City Lord Long Potian; upon noticing his turbulent aura, her features tightened slightly, and she inquired:

"City Lord, are you okay?"

"I'm alright—that fellow's wounds are far graver than mine!"

Long Potian flashed a brief smirk, though his gaze darkened as he eyed the Ancient Demon ranks, then shifted to the combat zone where, despite the fierce deadlock, things held steady and their forces held the upper hand.

He checked the Teleportation Array site, now exposed with the Heavenly Armor Department fully engaged, smashing down seven or eight Ghost Witch Formations attempting to wreck the Teleportation Array; two Execution Ghost Arrays among them were also pinned down, unable to slip away.

Relief washed over him, and he unleashed a furious dragon bellow toward the heavens:

"Slaughter them!"

The Ancestor Dragon's cry boomed over the entire battlefield, carrying a boosting energy that stirred the blood of all Clans in the Eastern Domain.

Countless formations from their troops exploded with fiercer vigor, hammering the Ancient Demon Army.

Li Hao and Shi Miao sensed the rising spirits of Long Ying and his team, causing the Dragon Array's strength to surge by ten percent. They pressed forward into the fight.

As Li Hao's Extreme Dao Chaos neared its end, he had meant to torch his True God Blood to keep his power up, but abruptly noticed the surrounding Yan Ghost Array pulling away fast, its black colossal ghosts one after another fleeing the field.

"They're gearing up to withdraw—attack!"

Long Ying snarled deeply.

They pursued, and these Yan Ghost Arrays, exposed from behind, crumbled swiftly under relentless strikes.

However, Long Ying refrained from chasing too far, halting at the city's outer boundary, where in the sky, the Ancient Demon Army shrouded in black fog concealed its full might, massed thickly and radiating menace.

"We defended our turf!"

"We won!"

As the Ancient Demon Army fell back en masse, triumphant shouts rang out everywhere on the battlefield.

Li Hao, embedded in the troop formations, found his thoughts unusually serene. He surveyed the scene, noting the splattered blood of countless Ancient Demons mingled with the fallen warriors from various clans.

With the signal horn blaring, numerous formations withdrew without deep pursuit, while overhead the Ancient Demon cluster's black fog slowly dissipated, finally fading away to restore the starry expanse's glow.

"Victory!"

With a sense of ease, Long Ying at last unwound, a grin spreading across his features; in this skirmish, not one of their nine had perished, even if the formation's core took minor hits and some fighters got wounded, the structure held firm with losses kept light—an outstanding outcome.

"You saved us by halting that Ghost Witch Formation; we'd have been finished otherwise."

Long Ying turned straight to Shi Miao, voicing his thanks with sincerity.

He vaguely sensed that if this young woman vied for his role as Floor Master, she stood a strong chance of claiming it, stirring respect within him.

Hearing Long Ying's statement, Duan Yuan and the others couldn't resist glancing at Shi Miao, their gazes brimming with delight and appreciation.