Spatial Chain Formation

Gu He and Ormond stood side by side above the valley.

Opposite them, Dongfang Long stood atop the Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue. His blue robe snapped in the wind, while behind him, Haoyue, Li Qi, Bear, and the others stood in a row.

A suffocating oppression filled the air.

The auras of two Eighth-Order Orc Royal Clan members overlapped, like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

That pressure was not merely the crushing force of Psionic Energy. It was also a fear rooted in life itself—the most primal bodily response when facing a natural predator. Li Qi and the others felt their limbs go slightly numb.

"Stop wasting words with them." Gu He's voice was low and icy. "Qin Tian should be behind the formation. Break this formation directly."

"Alright."

Ormond's lips curled into a grin. Golden Psionic Energy gathered, compressed, and swelled in his palm like flames, radiating a terrifying fluctuation that made hearts tremble.

All six arms rose at once, six clusters of golden light condensing around his fists like miniature suns and warping the surrounding light.

Another Beast King Fist.

Six streams of golden fist force converged and fused in midair, transforming into an even larger, more violent golden lion.

The lion roared as it charged toward the top of the Spatial Formation, carrying enough terrifying force to blast a mountain into pieces as it crashed down like a meteor.

At the same time, Gu He moved as well.

He leaped forward, golden dragon wings snapping open behind him. Like a streak of dark-gold lightning, he lunged at the Spatial Formation from the flank.

Dongfang Long's eyes narrowed. He formed a hand seal, and the several-dozen-meter-tall Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue beneath his feet seemed to receive new life. Thick wooden palms rose in layers, like a massive