Jiang Ziya's Death!

In the blink of an eye, the night had passed.

The next day dawned, and daylight broke over the horizon.

Wenzhong personally led his army into formation and set up the vast Ten Absolute Formation before the two armies.

The formation's domain shrouded all directions. Killing intent filled heaven and earth, yin winds howled, and Killing Intent surged to the skies.

Once the Western Qi army had marched out of the city and formed ranks, Wenzhong stood before the formation, his voice booming across both armies as he deliberately provoked them. "Jiang Ziya! The world says that your Chan Sect possesses boundless Divine Abilities and peerless formations! If you can break my Ten Absolute Formation today, this Grand Preceptor will immediately admit defeat and surrender! But I wonder—does your Western Qi dare enter the formation and give it a try?"

Jiang Ziya's gaze darkened as he stared at the Ten Absolute Formation ahead, where killing intent loomed thickly. His expression was exceedingly grave.

He knew full well that with Shang and Zhou now locked in confrontation, if they wished to breach the Shang camp and quell the war, this Ten Absolute Formation was the greatest obstacle before them. There was no avoiding it, no escaping it.

"Wenzhong, do not be so arrogant!" Jiang Ziya swept his sleeve and shouted solemnly, "Today, this old man shall personally see just how terrifying your Ten Absolute Formation truly is!"

At his command, Nezha and Yang Jian stepped forward, leading several thousand elite Western Qi soldiers into the Ten Absolute Formation.

The instant they entered, heaven and earth changed abruptly, and an icy wind pierced them to the bone.

Nezha raised his eyes and looked around, heavy wariness instantly flooding his gaze.

Boundless ice hung suspended in the void. Countless ice blades crisscrossed and