The Bone Sword dragged a trail of sparks across the ground as Lin Heng used the last of his strength to clash head-on with the Saint-Slaying Formation.
The Demon Venerable power of the Supreme Bone Sword intertwined with the Human King Path, transforming into a golden-red sword gleam that slashed at the edge of the formation domain.
Bang!
Ripples spread across the surface of the formation domain, but it quickly stabilized.
Lin Heng was blasted back more than ten zhang by the recoil.
Dugu Feng and Lin Yi rushed up to guard his flanks. They could both see that the Saint-Slaying Formation formed by those three was far less simple than they had imagined.
As Tianxuan's Ancestral Emperor, Jiang Wu could not possibly lack trump cards.
The earlier melee between both sides had only happened because they had been pushed to the limit and had no choice but to clash.
Both sides had let down their guard. Now these five had come shouting about taking down Lin Heng—surely they had not traveled a thousand miles just to deliver their heads?
"Turtle nephew, what do we do? This formation doesn't seem breakable!" Lin Yi said.
"It really can't be broken. The strength of spatial artifacts lies in the fact that they incorporate spatial laws. The so-called methods we cultivators use to tear through space and traverse the void are merely inferior techniques. They do not touch upon an understanding of laws, remaining only at the faintest level of the Dao."
"As the saying goes, what one comprehends is the Great Dao, while what one grasps is law—and only what one grasps can truly be called one's own! For the Martial Emperor to forge such an artifact, he is no ordinary man!"
Lin Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his