"Rumble, rumble!"
The warships gathered their mana again and again, bombarding Qingyun Peak's Mountain Protecting Formation.
Chen Sanshi wielded the Dragon Gallant Bright Silver Spear, drilling into the barrier's surface time after time until he finally struck a crack into it.
The crack swiftly spread, soon becoming like a spiderweb.
Inside the formation.
Chongxu and the others watched as it was about to give way, every one of them trembling with fear.
"The Mountain Protecting Formation is about to collapse. What should we do?"
"The Sect Dao Spirit can only be activated by the Patriarch."
"Where is the Patriarch? If he does not return soon, Kunxu will truly be finished..."
A deafening explosion sounded.
The Mountain Protecting Formation was completely shattered.
Thousands upon thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, carrying thunder that filled the skies, descended from above like a black tide.
Chen Sanshi held his spear, flames coiling around his body. Wherever he passed, he moved as though entering uninhabited territory. No one knew how many cultivators he slaughtered along the way; the blood he burned dry dyed the earth scorched black.
Taking advantage of the earlier respite, Situ Ting swallowed a great number of pills and barely caught his breath. Now, he could only raise the Mysterious Thunder Sword and forcibly meet Tianwu's attack.
Clang!
Spear and sword collided.
Situ Ting spat out another mouthful of blood. His body completely lost control, and he crashed heavily into the abyss below.
"Master!"
"Martial Uncle!"
True Person Chongyuan hurried forward.
"Get lost!"
Chen Sanshi thrust out his spear, piercing straight through True Person Chongyuan's head. Rampaging mana made it explode outright, and the red and white matter burned to ashes amid the blazing flames.
True Person Chongyuan's Nascent Soul Escaped Body, fleeing in utter panic.
How could Chen Sanshi spare