Fang Xiao's arrival had naturally not escaped the Lord of the Netherworld Sea's notice.
The twelve incarnations still stood where they were, utterly motionless, with no intention whatsoever of pursuing and capturing Fang Xiao.
The reason was simple.
The Polar Primordial Light was too fast. If they abruptly broke their united formation and Fang Xiao seized the opening, everything would be over.
Thus, the Lord of the Netherworld Sea chose the most reliable method.
He would meet this wave of Polar Primordial Light head-on.
Once the stellar power and the Polar Primordial Magnetic Divine Gale had been completely exhausted, what waves could Fang Xiao possibly stir up?
At this moment, the Lord of the Netherworld Sea also felt particularly fortunate.
Earlier, seeing Fang Xiao remain unharmed amid the primordial magnetic force field and starlight had put him on guard. He had not expected Fang Xiao to truly be able to ride the force of the Polar Primordial Light and walk upon the waves.
He had nearly lost by a single move and let Fang Xiao slip away.
Seeing that the Lord of the Netherworld Sea was ignoring him, Fang Xiao understood his intentions as well.
"Since you want to defend, let me see just how hard that turtle shell of yours really is."
He immediately summoned the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate.
Unlike before, with the twelve incarnations unwilling to move, they were naturally the finest punching bags. Fang Xiao had all the time he needed to bring himself to peak condition.
Around the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate, every Dharma Aspect Fang Xiao had mastered emerged and blessed its body.
Dao trajectories and Dao Slaying power continuously gathered into the Primordial Chaos Sword Venerate's hand, and a sword shadow emerged once more.
Yet as time passed, the chaotic hues gradually drew