The Grand-Orient Sect and Onyx Sect were currently cleaning up the battlefield and treating the injured. However, they didn’t expect the imperial dragon pulses to wrest free of their control at this moment. Roaring, the dragon pulses gathered above Li Tianming.

“What’s going on!” Stunned, they watched as they descended toward Tianming. “Junior sect master!”

The dragon pulses had charged many a time like this during the war, and had killed many. Now, they were doing the same thing to the junior sect master.

“Who’s controlling the dragon pulses? Is there an enemy at the core?”

“That can’t be. He’s not marked by the formation. Even if someone turned traitor and is controlling it, they still can’t make the spirit hazards attack!”

It all happened too fast for even Li Wudi and Ye Shaoqing to react, and Tianming...