He hadn't expected these clans to have some skill after all, actually managing to withstand that strike.
One had to know that even Monarch Level demons would have met a bitter end on the spot under that attack...
There was another issue: the instant all fourteen constellations collapsed at once, a great deal of energy had been wasted during the fusion process.
If he could refine it a little further, that strike alone would have been enough to erase the black curtain along with the entire desolate island.
On the island, Lu Xing slowly raised his head from the fading glow of the black curtain.
His face was still pale, but the fear in his eyes had faded, replaced by an incredulous, ecstatic joy at having survived the disaster.
He laughed.
The laughter squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and hysterical.
"We blocked it! We blocked it!"
He grabbed Zhou Shan's shoulder beside him, his fingers nearly digging into the other man's flesh.
"He doesn't have the strength to crush us! He's already used up his trump card!"
Zhou Shan bared his teeth from the pain of his grip.
Xu Linghai raised his head and stared at the ink-black figure in midair, taking a deep breath as the fear in his eyes gradually gave way to an icy killing intent.
"That attack just now must have consumed at least half his mana. Strike with everything you have while we can—don't give him time to recover."
Lu Xing abruptly turned and shouted toward the reef-strewn area deeper on the island.
"Ancestor, please take action!"
The sea breeze suddenly stopped.
It had not died down naturally; it had been suppressed by an even stronger force from deeper within.
A figure slowly rose from the reefs.
It was an old man.
His beard