But without the use of the escape technique, how could he leave the battlefield?
If he flew up, he might die even faster!
Just as Tao Jun was anxiously trying to escape, beams of spiritual light began to rise from the arrays in the Wuyuan Capital City.
Jiang Yunfeng and Zuo Wentao also realized sothing was wrong.
Earlier, with just a shout, Wind Tiger had woken up the entire city. The actions of both sides were so quick that they started fighting before exchanging a few words.
Then, the Golden Horn Demon King threw the Five Peaks Golden Wheel, smashing the Celestial Master Temple and the mountain peak into dust.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Yunfeng and Zuo Wentao were so scared their legs went weak, without exaggeration.
The two Spirit Immortals were still sowhat responsible, not imdiately fleeing, mainly because their disciples were all in the Royal City, with no way to leave.
Given the situation, they could only desperately activate the array, hoping to survive this calamity.
Of course, the two of them had absolutely no courage to confront Golden Horn.
At this mont, Jiang Yunfeng and Zuo Wentao stood atop the city wall, watching the battle from afar.
Seeing the massive form of the Golden Horn Demon King transform, their hearts were filled with dread. One step from the Golden Horn Demon King would cause the Royal City to vanish entirely. No city defense array could withstand such a massive demon king's true form.
The cultivators beside Jiang Yunfeng and Zuo Wentao were even more terrified, their faces ashen.
Just now, they were still shouting to slay demons and eliminate devils. Now they realized how vast the gap between them and the Demon King was.
The other side wouldn't even need to move a finger; the imnse demonic power released by its true form was enough to annihilate them.
Fortunately, there was still the city defense array, allowing them to barely use magic to fly. Even so, each of them struggled to maintain support.
Zuo Wentao complained to Jiang Yunfeng, "Gao Xuan just had to show off, unaware of how close the capital city is. If a battle breaks out, what will we do, and what about the million common folk?"
Jiang Yunfeng frowned and said nothing. He didn't like Gao Xuan's actions either, but he couldn't criticize Gao Xuan.
Gao Xuan dared to face the Golden Horn Demon King head-on; his skills were too strong for them to judge him.
Besides, based on past interactions, this person was indifferent and as inscrutable as the deep sea, probably not caring about others' lives.
Zuo Wentao was smart but too petty. At such a crucial mont, he still found ti to mutter bad things about Gao Xuan.
Jiang Yunfeng sighed, "We can only do our best."
Though he said so, Jiang Yunfeng felt quite hopeless. The Royal City was too close to the battlefield.
The Golden Horn Demon King's massive form only needed to take a few steps to reach the Royal City. In that case, they could only turn around and flee for their lives.
Zuo Wentao said again, "It would be best if Golden Horn killed Gao Xuan with one move; it would save us trouble."
Jiang Yunfeng couldn't help but glance at Zuo Wentao, "It would be better to hope Gao Xuan killed Golden Horn with one move."
"How could that be possible? This is the Demon King's true form, over a thousand feet tall, how terrifying is that power..."
Zuo Wentao was dismissive, thinking that although Gao Xuan's magic seed exquisitely refined, against the Demon King's true form, all variations of magic beca re tricks.
Only truly powerful strength could defeat the Demon King's true form.
Jiang Yunfeng remained silent. Although Zuo Wentao's words were harsh, he had to admit there was so truth to them.
The demon race that had passed through the Thunder Tribulation could refine their true bodies into powerful forms, revealing their true forms against powerful enemies.
But a demon true form over a thousand feet tall was too frightening.
Facing the towering true form of the Golden Horn Demon King, Jiang Yunfeng felt especially powerless.
The immortal sword in his hand, no matter how sharp, was no more than a toothpick to the Golden Horn Demon King.
Even a Human Immortal of equal level wouldn't stand a chance against this terrifying demon king's true form.
Now, Jiang Yunfeng could only hope Gao Xuan had so ultimate move to at least lead the Golden Horn Demon King away, preventing the Demon King from rampaging here.
Among the onlookers, Monk Golden Light understood the situation better than Jiang Yunfeng and the rest, feeling it more deeply.
Because Golden Horn Demon King revealed his true form, Monk Golden Light had to make the water mirror incredibly large to see the whole scene clearly.
The Buddhist Sect also had Golden Body cultivation, and Monk Golden Light was proficient in Arhat Golden Body. But compared to the Golden Horn King, the difference was too great.
Monk Golden Light was a bit curious as Gao Xuan faced the Demon King's true form and bore all the pressure; yet his face remained calm and relaxed, as if nothing was happening.
Such profound composure made Monk Golden Light sowhat admire him.
At this mont, the Golden Horn Demon King suddenly spoke, "Take my fork!"
The deep voice of the Golden Horn Demon King made the water mirror shake violently, and the images within it flickered and shimred.
The enormous iron fork thrust by the Golden Horn King had tips that were imnsely large.
To Monk Golden Light, this looked like a tree smashing an ant, the difference between both sides was too vast, seeming to have incomparable impact.
Monk Golden Light wished Gao Xuan would be smashed to death, but he instinctively felt tense, his scalp tingling, and his divine soul trembling violently.
The absolute power displayed by the Golden Horn Demon King's strike was too terrifying; even if Gao Xuan avoided the hit, the area within a thousand miles would be pulverized.
With this in mind, Monk Golden Light was ready with the escape technique, prepared to leave the mont things went wrong.
Though the Golden Light Temple was in the Royal City, he couldn't care about others at this mont.
Jiang Yunfeng and Zuo Wentao also saw sothing was amiss. Zuo Wentao gave a low shout, "Quick, go."
Without waiting for Jiang Yunfeng to respond, Zuo Wentao had already turned into a cyan rainbow, flying in the opposite direction.
Jiang Yunfeng was still unwilling to leave; he watched the battlefield in the distance, hoping Gao Xuan would perform a miracle.
Then, he saw Gao Xuan reach out with his left hand, as if trying to grab the trident falling directly towards him.
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