The Unknown Mysterious Saint

The Nine Bends Yellow River Formation stretched across the battlefield.

Yellow sand raged, misery soared into the sky, Dark Wind howled wildly, and heaven and earth were plunged into darkness.

Like an impassable natural barrier, it completely separated Western Qi from Great Shang.

Bixiao continued to taunt them from within the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, while the Chan Sect members never dared take even half a step beyond the Thunder Pool.

This set the millions of Western Qi soldiers talking, and their morale visibly declined.

"Teacher, senior brothers, can this formation truly not be broken?"

Jiang Ziya's expression was extremely grim.

He was filled with resentment. If his grandmaster's decree had not failed, he would have led the million-strong army to smash through Tong Pass, then marched east all the way to Chaoge, severed Di Xin's head, and finally ascended to the ranks of immortals and gods, living forever.

Burning Lamp Daoist's expression changed again and again. At last, he gritted his teeth and said, "The Investiture of the Gods cannot be delayed any longer. We will enter the formation together!"

As a Quasi-Saint-level expert, he refused to believe that a formation laid down by merely three Golden Immortal-level cultivators could be all that formidable.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect wore grave expressions and were even more reluctant to risk themselves. However, since Burning Lamp Daoist had spoken and was even willing to lead the charge, they could only nod in agreement.

"Fellow Daoists, the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation is a top-tier formation. How about letting me break it?"

Just as Burning Lamp Daoist and the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were preparing to enter the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, a figure entirely shrouded beneath a long robe suddenly spoke.

The moment