Grand Retreat, Drive Straight at the Yellow Dragon

The Guardian Great Array of the Gemini Islands consisted primarily of two Fourth-Tier High-Grade formations, supplemented by seven Third-Tier Grand Formations—a total of nine formations working as one.

Its defensive power was comparable to a Fourth-Tier Supreme-Grade formation, while its offensive power lagged only slightly behind.

From the start of the war until now, Li Chenming had been on the defensive almost the entire time, rarely taking the initiative to attack. There was no helping it—Night Fu Ke placed far too much pressure on him.

Yet he had been holding back a breath of resentment all along. Even as they exchanged blows, he had continuously been accumulating spiritual power for the killing formation.

He had swallowed his anger for so long precisely for this moment.

Unfortunately, Ye Moluo had been too sharp. He reacted at the crucial moment, and only his Demon King True Form was badly wounded. Otherwise, the Gemini Islands would have become his burial ground.

Having walked through the Gates of Hell once more, Ye Moluo was both shocked and enraged. Just a little more—just a little more, and he would have met his ruin in the sand.

Looking at the savage wound on his body that refused to heal, he wished he could tear Li Chenming to pieces at once.

But in the end, rage did not cloud his judgment. Upon hearing Night Fu Ke's furious roar, he decided to withdraw for the moment and fight again after recovering.

Just as he prepared to break away from the battle, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strand of silver light blooming below. In an instant, a streak of sword qi composed of pure Slaughter Sword Intent transformed into a silken ribbon and silently swept through space toward him.

At that instant, Ye Moluo felt as though