The hundred or so top-tier battle spirits, each carrying the aura of an Immortal Lord, led the army of battle spirits in a relentless siege. The space Yan Ji could maneuver in visibly shrank smaller and smaller.
However, as a powerhouse at the Imperial level, she still displayed sufficient might even under such an encirclement. Though attacks poured endlessly from all directions, she had yet to suffer any injuries before her strength was depleted to a certain extent.
Whoosh!
Outside the entire grand formation, the vast ocean formed by the Nine Nether Weak Water crashed against the formation's barrier in wave after wave.
As the battle between Lu Xiaotian and the several Heavenly Emperors grew fiercer, the entire grand formation inevitably twisted. Under the collision of tremendous forces from within and without, the formation could no longer hold and cracks began to appear. The Nine Nether Weak Water seeped through those cracks, and its astonishing corrosive power began to reveal itself.
The infiltrated cracks widened further and further, forming breaches of varying sizes.
More and more breaches appeared. Trickle after trickle gathered together, forming an unstoppable torrent.
The mighty Nine Nether Weak Water surged forward. Wherever it passed, the ferocious and baleful battle spirits of the Ten Thousand Immortals fell like raindrops. Some of the slightly stronger ones struggled desperately to fly away. Usually, they moved as swiftly as lightning, but above the Weak Water, they slowed to a tortoise's pace. Moreover, under the water's suction, they kept sinking until they plunged into it with a splash. After struggling feebly a few times, they vanished without a trace.
The Nine Nether Weak Water advanced at astonishing speed. Seeing the blue-black torrent sweeping toward her, Yan Ji finally let out a sigh of relief. Her situation had already become extremely perilous.