Meanwhile, on the other side of the Jade Profound Sect, inside the Immortal Binding Prison, the three humans and one demon—led by the Turtle Demon and Master Ku, with the two Core Condensation Realm cultivators assisting—were each driving their own magic treasures, launching a ferocious assault on that small yet extraordinarily intricate formation.
Thunderous booms fell as densely as raindrops, echoing endlessly through the space of over a hundred zhang, piercing to the ear. Compared with the beginning, the formation's light barrier had already been compressed to a much smaller size, and the spiritual glow on the surfaces of the five crystals had dimmed considerably.
The Turtle Demon and the Nascent Soul Realm old monster were still all right, but the two Core Condensation Realm cultivators had pale faces, their magic power clearly overdrawn.
They complained bitterly in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do. They could only grit their teeth and struggle to hold on.
"All right, let us rest for a short while."
After another wild bombardment of about half an hour, the Turtle Demon suddenly spoke. Though his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the woman in red and the cultivator surnamed Geng received it as if it were an imperial decree. Without the slightest concern for appearances, they collapsed to the ground, panting hard, then took several crystals from their robes and gripped them in their hands to recover their strength.
Master Ku also withdrew his magic treasure. Though his face was a little pale as well, he was far better off than the two juniors. After all, he was a Nascent Soul Realm old monster.
"Why have you stopped, Fellow Daoist? If those two cannot endure it, we can still continue attacking," Master Ku said, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist is too impatient.