Clearly, their attacks would no longer be simple bombardments of energy.
Instead, they had begun fusing profound and complex laws.
This was no longer a simple accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative transformation.
Outside the tower, everyone's heart had risen to their throat.
"Fifth floor—he's reached the fifth floor."
"Sixteen peak-level phantoms of the same realm? Heavens, how are you supposed to fight that?"
"Not just sixteen of them. Look at the energy nodes on the screen. They're connected to form a killing array far more terrifying than the Eight Trigrams Array!"
An old cultivator with extraordinary eyesight pointed at the screen before the steward, his voice dry.
"It's the Sixteen Star Lock God Array. Word has it that once this array is activated, the power of sixteen different laws will complement one another and grind every Divine Soul to dust."
As soon as he said this, the crowd let out a chorus of sharp gasps.
They even imagined that the dark horse youth would struggle desperately beneath the array's slaughter, ultimately drinking the bitterness of defeat.
And the difficulty of this fifth floor was more than four times greater than that of the fourth floor.
"He... should be stopping here." Someone sighed softly, a trace of regret in his voice.
To have broken through the fourth floor with such unstoppable force was already something to be proud of. Even in defeat, he would have won glory.
However, just as everyone thought Yang Lingtian was about to fall into a bitter battle,
Yang Lingtian moved inside the tower.
He did not even bother watching how those phantoms arranged themselves or drew upon the laws.
"Too slow." He shook his head lightly, seemingly a little disappointed.
In the next moment, the aura he had always kept restrained began to awaken slowly,