After Old Ancestor Yang Mei shielded the Mortal Realm of the Primordial Continent, he held his breath and focused, without the slightest slackening, carefully inspecting every corner of the Primordial Continent and protecting any areas he had not fully covered.
Though his strength was above the half-step Great Dao Realm, at three-quarters of the Great Dao Realm.
Standing still and letting others attack, however, made the shock waves feel rather like a first grader punching an adult. Although they could not cause much actual harm, they still hurt a little.
After all, the Western Teachings' formation truly was far too astonishing.
But none of that mattered!
Senior Zhang Yifan had given him this great opportunity, an unsurpassed stroke of fortune!
After this battle, he would gain a vast amount of merit. With that merit in hand, he could swagger unhindered across the Primordial Continent in the future!
At the thought, Old Ancestor Yang Mei was so excited he nearly cried.
"Senior, from now on, I, Yang Mei, will follow your lead without fail. Wherever you point, I will strike! Even through mountains of blades and seas of fire, I will never retreat a single step!"
Old Ancestor Yang Mei's eyes brimmed with tears, his body trembling with joy.
He also decided that anyone who crossed Zhang Yifan's son, the Jade Emperor, would have to answer to him, Old Ancestor Yang Mei.
Then Old Ancestor Yang Mei turned his attention to the great battle in Chang'an City.
Within the Netherworld Formation, after trapping Li Longji, Shi Siming fully unleashed the peerless formation's killing moves!
He held nothing back!
He used every means at his disposal!
All to slay Li Longji swiftly!
Within the formation, hundreds of millions of blood-red blades and swords condensed, flashing with terrifying cold light and tearing through