The demonic flood dragons roared. One hundred and eight phantom dragons soared through the skies and burrowed underground, launching wave after wave of attacks on Five Phoenix Immortal Lord.
A single great formation alone was not enough to deal with a powerhouse of Five Phoenix Immortal Lord's caliber. The Five Phoenix Facing the Phoenix Spear thrust out, and these demonic flood dragons simply couldn't withstand it.
Fortunately, the formation's power could be redirected quickly. After clashing once, the flood dragons immediately fled back into the cave, adjusting in an instant before rejoining the fierce battle.
Five Phoenix Immortal Lord wielded the Five Phoenix Facing the Phoenix Spear to its utmost, holding nothing back. This wasn't the time to conserve his strength. Being trapped in the formation and forced to fight Meng Fushan put him at a serious disadvantage.
Pfft, pfft. Under the penetrating force of the spear, Jiao Tulin, Jiao Bixin, and the other Primordial Spirit demonic-body powerhouses controlling the formation each spat blood.
Five Phoenix Immortal Lord's attacks were simply too astonishing. Even if the formation did nothing but restrain him, it might not hold out for half an incense stick.
This old monster was not only extraordinarily powerful, but also well versed in formations. Every attack struck a critical point. Fortunately, the spear force that pierced through the formation was only a tiny fraction of his power. Otherwise, the demonic flood dragons of Jiao Tulin's clan would have suffered far worse than merely spitting blood.
Boom! A giant axe broke into the formation. Under its tremendous blow, the immortal light on the Five Phoenix Facing the Phoenix Spear flickered faintly. After meeting the blow head-on, Five Phoenix Immortal Lord retreated to the side, his expression grim.
His speed had originally surpassed Meng Fushan's, but after being restrained by