Mo Chen's expression changed drastically. He abruptly looked toward the nest entrance and cried out, "Impossible! The Gale Wyrm should have been temporarily trapped by the Nine Yang Sect's Netherfire Formation!"
Before his words had even faded, an overwhelming pressure surged into the nest like a landslide and tsunami!
The next instant, a massive Black Shadow swept into the heart of the nest amid gale-force winds capable of tearing everything apart!
It was the Gale Wyrm!
Its body bore several charred scorch marks, clearly the result of a fierce battle just moments ago. But its vertical pupils had turned completely crimson. Within them burned not only the madness of beastly instinct, but also a martyr-like despair and stubborn obsession.
Pure wind spiritual energy coiled around its body, reducing everything in its path to pieces.
At first glance, it saw Mo Chen in the nest—and several unwelcome guests beside the "dead egg"!
"ROAR!!!"
The Gale Wyrm had completely gone mad! It ignored formations and cultivators alike, its enormous body charging straight into the trapping formation Mo Chen had set up!
BOOM—!!!
How terrifying was the furious impact of a fourth-rank demon beast? Moreover, the Gale Wyrm's state was incredibly strange; its strength seemed several degrees greater than that of an ordinary fourth-rank beast!
Under that absolute power and frenzied assault, the formation groaned under the strain after barely more than ten breaths.
The next moment, spiritual light shattered, formation flags snapped with a crack, and the Sacred Rune Sect disciples maintaining the formation all spat out blood, their faces pale as paper.
The trapping formation was broken in an instant!
After breaking the formation, the Gale Wyrm did not pause. Its crimson eyes locked onto the nearest target, Mo Chen. Opening its massive jaws, it unleashed a frigid Wind Blade!
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