Laying Out the Formation

The Beast King's aura as a peak True Lord was vast and overwhelming.

The tiger-serpent blood pool beneath him continued to spew mist. That turbid fog turned into a river hanging in the sky, forming a drowning current that surged past Tu Shan Jun's ankles.

In an instant, it corroded his iron boots.

Like snakes and insects clinging and dragging, it seemed intent on pulling Tu Shan Jun's body into the drowning current.

Forming a hand seal and casting a spell, the spectral beast souls standing atop the river all made their move.

Hooked chains shaped like long whips tore through the air and fell upon Tu Shan Jun. The long whips were like ropes, milky white and mottled with bloody specks.

Such a magic treasure had clearly not been forged from ordinary materials.

The Beast King's lips curled upward slightly, finally revealing a smile. Grasping the whip-like binding rope in his hand, he declared, "A Beast-Trapping Rope forged from desolate beast tendons. Its effect may be singular, but it is still a first-rate magic treasure."

Standing upon the drowning river, Tu Shan Jun let his hands hang at his sides. He merely turned his head toward Great Central City behind him.

Ancient tower.

Tai Yi's expression remained unchanged. He did not need to look up at the sky; the shadow behind him was already poised to strike.

It was likewise a five-hundred-zhang giant warship. The might of Tai Yi Hall could never be inferior to the Hall of Pleasure or the Beast King's vessel. It might even surpass those two sects' five-hundred-zhang warships. After all, he had brought it from his sect. So long as a great cultivator piloted it, the troops aboard would be enough to fill the gap in their lacking combat strength.

However, after seeing Tu