The instinct to survive drove Rong Xiuyuan to frantically urge his remaining resentful demonic qi, disregarding the agonizing pain of half his body being ground apart and the weakness from his severely damaged origin, as he tried to flee this deadly place.
Yet the moment his shadow body showed any sign of escape, the cage formed by countless azure Sword Qi abruptly tightened. A suppressive force crashed down, as though innumerable invisible chains had nailed him firmly in place.
Within the sword formation, space had already been sealed by sword intent. His escape technique, driven by resentment and demonic qi, had completely lost its effect. Escape? It was already a vain hope!
A flash of madness crossed Rong Xiuyuan's eyes. He had occupied these Ancient Heavenly Court Ruins for who knew how many years and had long since fused deeply with the damaged formations here, the yin qi of the earth veins, and the accumulated resentment.
Even badly wounded as he was, if he could draw upon the remaining power of this place's formations or detonate part of the earth vein yin qi, he might still blast open a path to survival through this killing sword formation—or even drag Cao Feiyu down with him in mutual destruction.
The remnants of Rong Xiuyuan's shadow body suddenly erupted with their final strength. The light in his ghostly green eyes flared brightly as an eerie spiritual ripple carrying an ancient rhythm, mixed with his resentful origin, rapidly spread in all directions like ripples across water.
He attempted to establish the deepest resonance with the dormant remnant formations beneath the ground, in the void, and among the ruined walls, as well as with the dense yin qi and resentment filling this land, forcefully awakening them and turning them into destructive power.
However, at the