The attacks came like a violent storm, as though they meant to drown Lu Xiaotian completely. Facing this seemingly sky-swallowing barrage, Lu Xiaotian formed several hand seals. The thirty-six flying blades each gave a soft hum, their tips blazing with light as they formed three circles of different sizes around him.
The gales, wind blades, and wind tigers formed from wind-elemental mana came one after another, only to be cleaved straight through by the flying blades. The powerful attacks were split in two, then passed through the second defensive circle and became four. After passing through the third defensive circle, the four became eight.
By the time these attacks, repeatedly split apart by the formation, had passed through the third round, Lu Xiaotian stood at the formation's center with his robes trembling and silver hair flying. But attacks weakened severalfold could no longer inflict much damage on him.
"What a marvelous defense!" several disciples from the Heart of Heaven Pavilion exclaimed in shock. Wu Yuan's attacks were not only overwhelming, but every one of them was formidable. Completely defending against them was nearly impossible. Yet this formation did not block them outright; instead, it used the formation's power to keep splitting the powerful attacks apart. The weakened attacks still existed, but they could no longer pose much threat to a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator. Thus, although Wu Yuan's move looked earth-shaking, it had actually consumed a great deal of mana without accomplishing anything.
After neutralizing Wu Yuan's wave of attacks, Lu Xiaotian pointed toward the formation. The thirty-six flying blades shot into the sky as though they possessed intelligence, then descended like streaks of radiant light falling from heaven. With a series of sharp flashes, they settled and hovered around Wu Yuan on all four sides.
After attacking continuously