As time passed, it became clear that Xuan Yuan Mang's fighting prowess was unexpectedly formidable. Even with so many of them joining forces to attack him, they still couldn't inflict any real damage, much less kill him.
Wan Fa Zhenjun's expression darkened.
He took a deep breath and thought, I never expected this fellow to be so powerful. I underestimated him. If I want to finish this quickly, I'll have to use an Immortal Artifact!
With that thought, Wan Fa Zhenjun didn't hesitate any longer. He suddenly joined the fingers of his right hand into a Sword Finger and pointed it at the space between his brows. A faint, strange light immediately bloomed there.
Guided by his Sword Finger, that wisp of strange light gathered at his fingertip.
The next moment, Wan Fa Zhenjun rapidly formed hand seals. The wisp of strange light instantly took the shape of a mysterious talisman in midair, and an unfathomable force surged out of it...
Wan Fa Zhenjun took another deep breath and stared at the True Dragon that Xuan Yuan Mang had transformed into. A chilling glint appeared in his eyes. Then, changing the seals formed by his hands, he barked, "Lie Kong Suo, emerge!"
"Hum!"
In an instant, dazzling Immortal Light flared into view, and a wave of Immortal Might descended without warning, crashing onto the True Dragon that Xuan Yuan Mang had transformed into.
At that moment, Xuan Yuan Mang felt his body suddenly grow heavy, and the flow of power within him became sluggish.
He was startled and looked up sharply. Before Wan Fa Zhenjun floated a shuttle, its boundless radiance filled with Immortal Light. The wave of Immortal Might had come from that shuttle.
"An Immortal Artifact?!"
Xuan Yuan Mang's expression changed drastically, and his heart sank to the