The divine ability of the Mahayana cultivator surnamed Long was truly formidable.
Several attacks comparable to the full-force strikes of Mahayana cultivators hacked into the dragon-serpent's body one after another, yet they merely depleted some of its condensed energy. They were completely unable to scatter its body.
He Xuan, inside the restriction, wore a gloomy expression.
He sensed how terrifying the opponent's attacks were. At this moment, the ten offensive artifacts he controlled before him had released their full power, yet they still could not destroy the demon-serpent body the opponent had condensed.
He could assert that the divine ability of the Mahayana cultivator surnamed Long far surpassed the attacks of ordinary Mahayana cultivators.
The demon serpents lashed their bodies against the barrier, while the clouds of dark-green poisonous mist they spat out struck the barrier and were swallowed by the howling hurricanes that suddenly erupted from it. The terrifying impact was weakened, and the corrosive poisonous mist was blown apart, causing He Xuan's heart to settle.
The dragon serpents could not be destroyed merely by the successive attacks of several artifacts. But the artifact attacks were not useless; they could massively deplete the dragon serpents' own power, while the barrier remained unharmed.
The barrier hummed. One hurricane after another suddenly swept forth, instantly drawing the dragon serpents into its midst.
Amid the howling hurricanes, illusory wind blades lurked within, shredding the bodies of the dragon serpents.
This was the attack of the Mixed Trigram Nine Palaces Formation itself. Although its power had been weakened somewhat, it could continue without pause. In only a moment, the thick bodies of the dragon serpents shattered amid the sweeping hurricanes.
"Elder Brother Long, those sword blades and long spears don't seem to be attacks from the restriction itself. The auras within those attacks