"Interrupt it?"
Jiang Qiao felt somewhat puzzled.
But soon after.
He saw more than thirty ships each give off a writhing stream of air, flashing with an eerie light. They converged in the sky, forming a gigantic ring. The ring hovered and revolved, tugging at the wind and clouds until the sky changed and the waves surged.
"This is..."
"Rule Stacking?"
"Holy shit!"
Jiang Qiao's mind spun rapidly as he quickly judged what was happening before him.
"You can actually do this?"
He looked at Yang Ling.
He was utterly shocked.
Rule Stacking meant combining the rules of more than thirty ships according to a certain rhythm and method, forming an even more terrifying rule.
A rule like this.
It was enough to exceed the scope of the Ninth Tier Peak and contend with the super big shots on the Divinity Staircase!
Jiang Qiao had used this method before as well.
But precisely because he had used it, he knew how difficult it was.
One had to understand.
When he used Rule Stacking, all the rules belonged to him, so he could ensure the accuracy of his control. But now, these rules belonged separately to more than thirty warships.
More than thirty independent individuals.
More than thirty rules.
Getting them to coordinate tacitly with one another and complete a fusion of rules was far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine.
Across the entire Supernatural Circle.
This was exceedingly rare!
"Pfft!"
The ring formed from the aura kept turning, its color gradually changing into a strange, gloomy green. At the center of the ring, something resembling a lens slowly took shape.
The tentacle opposite them seemed to sense the threat.
Taking advantage of the ships stopping their attacks, it launched another assault. It swung its tentacles directly at the ring,