At that thought, a savage, blood-chilling aura shot up from his body. Those incarnations opened their mouths and each spat out a mouthful of essence blood.
It flashed in the wind, and fist-sized runes appeared before their eyes.
There were a great many of them. Like a long whale drinking water, they shot backward into the spirit cloud in front of him.
In an instant, a rolling-thunder roar entered their ears. The surface of that spirit cloud was actually wrapped in bolts of lightning several yards thick, golden light blazing brilliantly, while a terrifying spiritual pressure rumbled outward.
"Little Fellow, let me show you the full power of my sword formation. To be able to force me to stop hiding my strength, you can count yourself proud enough."
As those words fell, the sky seemed to have been boiled. The spirit cloud was not merely churning; at this moment, it was like a pot of boiling water, bubbles constantly surging upward...
The ground underfoot began to tremble, and creaking sounds came from all around. Clearly, the energy was too vast; at this moment, this space was already somewhat unable to bear it.
It was not only Lin Xuan whose pupils shrank slightly; the cultivators watching from around them could no longer sit still either.
"Master, is there truly no problem with this space?"
The white-haired Old Crone's worried voice entered their ears. She had asked this question not long ago, but the contest between these two had far exceeded expectations. If this space could not withstand it and collapsed into nothingness, they, the judges, would likewise be swept in. Although they might not necessarily perish, the danger they faced would certainly be no small matter. After all, the aftershocks brought about by the extinction of space could not be measured