Beyond the barriers of the Great Desolation World, the demon puppet army's assault fell like an unending black rainstorm, densely hammering at the cracks in the Heaven-and-Earth Four Poles Grand Formation. Luohu stood before the formation, the glow of his black demonic sword moving under his control like a roaming black dragon, repeatedly carving at the intersections of the formation patterns. The power of the Sanqing surged continuously from Kunlun Mountain, mending every gap in the cracks, but the speed of repair was being increasingly suppressed by Luohu's relentless attacks.
Within the demon puppet army, several Daluo Golden Immortal-level demon puppets took turns stepping forward. Their attacks crashed against the formation's weak points in wave after wave, like black tidal swells. The Primordial Origin Golden Immortal-level demon puppets scattered into dozens of small squads around the formation's perimeter, attacking formation patterns from different directions with disruptive tactics, seeking to prevent the Sanqing's restorative power from concentrating.
The formation's radiance flickered beneath the demon puppets' onslaught, like a candle flame in the wind. Luohu watched this scene, a momentary flicker of satisfaction passing through his eyes. His goal was not to completely break the formation in the short term, but to use sustained pressure to firmly pin the Sanqing and Twelve Ancestral Witches' attention on defending the Great Desolation's main body, leaving them no time to attend to anything else.
Just as Luohu prepared to drive the demonic sword once more and deepen the cracks, a concealed violet-gold radiance silently emerged from the depths of Chaos, stopping a hundred zhang behind him. The light slowly condensed into a figure, holding a Purple Qi Whisk, his expression indifferent. It was Hongjun's Three Corpses incarnation.
"Daoist friend Luohu, it has been a long time. I trust you have been well." Hongjun's Three Corpses