If the Golden Core True Persons' attacks were compared to raindrops in a torrential downpour, then the effect of Ji An's attacks was like that of bombs.
He neither attacked with all his strength nor held back, using seventy percent of his power.
At critical moments, he would activate his Nascent Soul Manifestation and attack with ten percent of his strength.
The Buddha Formation shook violently, as though it would shatter the next moment.
However, this lasted only a brief second before the Buddha Formation stabilized once more.
Ji An stopped attacking and narrowed his eyes as he observed the situation elsewhere, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
The Buddha Formation's defensive capabilities had weakened considerably compared to the beginning. When True Monarch Xuanxiao and the others had first arrived, lightning arts of the same level could only make it tremble for half a second.
He felt that in half a month at most, they could join forces and launch an all-out attack. As long as they captured one temple, it would mean tearing open a breach along the entire outer perimeter of the Buddha Formation, marking the war's entry into a new stage.
The setting sun behind him cast down orange-red light, while crimson clouds drifted through the sea-bottom of the sky like a great fish.
The earth had been painted scarlet. Feeling the rhythm of his surging blood and qi, Ji An knew it was the beginning of the you hour—the hour to sound the gong and withdraw the troops.
He let out a clear whistle, sending a message to his two allies.
At this time, the cultivator forces' combat power was relatively weak. After an hour and a half of uninterrupted attacks, everyone had consumed a great deal of spiritual power. If they wished