If this dragged on any longer, he feared that in the next breath, he would be swallowed by the formation!
"Haah—haah—!"
Heavy gasps continuously rolled from his throat as he retreated step by step, his heels dragging shallow marks across the ground.
Regret churned in his heart—he should have suppressed that restless urge long ago. He should not have tried to force his way out before the formation had fully taken shape.
Who could have expected this battle formation to be so fierce and strange, strangling layer upon layer like a living thing, each link locking tightly into the next?
He was now caught between advancing and retreating: charging forward meant a mountain of blades and a sea of fire; retreating meant the demon army behind him stood arrayed like an iron wall, leaving not the slightest room to turn around!
This time, he truly was going to fall here.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood atop the high platform behind the formation, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm.
As his gaze swept over the battle formation assembled by the soldiers under his command, a trace of approval flashed through his eyes.
Even a Demon King at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm had been driven into a desperate scramble, forced to run himself ragged. That alone showed how tightly wrought this formation was, how stern and formidable its momentum.
He gave a slight nod and murmured, "Good."
The battle formations these soldiers had drilled truly had begun to show their edge. They were far beyond the scattered rabble they had once been.
His older brother and he had supervised their training day and night, personally teaching them the principles of formations. Their painstaking efforts had not been in vain after all.
This force could truly