Yan Ziyi froze under Fang Chen's stare, at a loss for what to do. His gaze frightened her.
Fang Chen stared at her and asked, "How do you know I can't destroy this formation?"
"This is the Golden Bell Formation," Yan Ziyi said at once. "Even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage would struggle to break through it..."
Fang Chen shook his head, cutting her off. "Enough. Take the others aside to rest and tend their wounds. Leave this formation to me!"
Yan Ziyi wanted to say more, but the look on Fang Chen's face made her swallow the words on her lips. She turned to the other Glazed Sword Sect disciples. "Everyone, fall back!"
At Yan Ziyi's words, the Glazed Sword Sect disciples immediately retreated.
Fang Chen kept his Glazed Battle Runes active and swung the Floating Immortal Sword again and again, hacking at the Golden Bell Formation.
As Fang Chen saw it, no formation was without a flaw. The Golden Bell Formation looked formidable, but it still needed people to control it. They had to keep pouring Spiritual Power into it, steadily draining both their Spiritual Power and their Soul Power.
In the end, breaking the formation came down to a contest of endurance.
With the Floating Immortal Sword in hand, Fang Chen absorbed pure Spiritual Power from it with every strike. Far from being depleted, his strength kept rising.
He was certain he would win, and he knew it would not take too long.
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Chen swung the Floating Immortal Sword relentlessly, hacking at the Golden Bell Formation with wild abandon.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Streams of pure Spiritual Power poured into Fang Chen's body, greater in volume and purity than the Spiritual Power he gained from slaying Demonic Beasts.
At the same