Cracks spread rapidly across the surface of the Exquisite Pagoda like a spiderweb. Li Jing's face went deathly pale as he poured every ounce of spiritual power into trying to stabilize it.
But how could the might of the Eight Immortals Formation be withstood by one man alone?
Streams of golden light, precise as needlepoints, struck the pagoda's weakest points again and again. With every impact, the cracks deepened further.
"No!" Li Jing let out a furious roar, his hand seals changing frantically as he tried to mend the pagoda with the power of his Origin.
But at the very instant Li Jing exerted himself with all his might, a cold glint flashed through Nezha's eyes.
The Fire-Tipped Spear silently turned, its tip gathering all of Nezha's strength.
Along with a strand of Ziwei Emperor Star aura borrowed from the Eight Immortals Formation.
The spear light fell like a meteor crashing to earth, stabbing straight into the already riddled crack in the Exquisite Pagoda.
Boom!
With an earth-shaking blast, the Exquisite Pagoda exploded. Countless fragments turned into golden light that scattered in every direction.
Li Jing was hurled away by the shockwave, blood spraying from his mouth as his face turned ashen.
The instant the pagoda shattered, Nezha felt the shackle binding his soul collapse with a thunderous crash. A long-lost feeling of freedom surged through his entire body.
His aura swelled violently in that moment, as though power accumulated over countless years had finally found an outlet.
Flames soared from the Wind-Fire Wheels, the Heaven-Muddling Silk danced around him, the Qiankun Ring rang sharply, and killing intent blazed from the tip of the Fire-Tipped Spear.
"Li Jing!" Nezha's voice carried rage that had been suppressed for countless years.
"You used the pagoda to suppress my soul, imprison my true