Suddenly, several spots on the formation's protective barrier flickered, as if struck by needle pricks.
The demonic spirit's attacks were powerful, while the Blood Demon Soul Garment's attacks were sharp yet uncanny, making them extremely difficult to anticipate. Xiang Nanming and True Person Mengshan naturally understood that delay could bring disaster. With no idea when Xiang Qingcheng would break through, they could only hurry to break the formation and storm inside before she reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage. Otherwise, all their previous efforts would come to nothing.
As a result, the pressure on Lu Xiaotian suddenly increased considerably.
The out-of-control spirit birds kept crashing into the formation's protective barrier, turning into pools of thick blood that merged with the deep layer of blood covering it. The blood continued to build, and its churning waves not only engulfed the formation's barrier but also the five formation flags hovering in midair.
Lu Xiaotian's expression did not change. The formation Silver Flute had left him was exceptionally formidable and not so easily broken. But judging by the uncanny blood garment and the demonic spirit's posture, they likely had special means of replenishing their energy. Otherwise, there was no way they could directly contend with the formation's power on their own.
The demonic spirit was a legendary creature, and this strange blood garment, which seemed to be controlled only by divine sense, was something Lu Xiaotian had encountered for the first time. He had no good solution at the moment, especially from within the formation. As he directed the formation's power, he did his best to learn the demonic spirit's and Blood Demon Soul Garment's methods of attack.
Several hours later, the demonic spirit put away its conch and plunged into the waves of blood. Outside the formation, spirit birds perished one after