The earthquake triggered by Nibroz directly shook the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Immortal Formation Bai Xiaowen had set up beforehand.
In an instant, the gates of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Immortal Formation flew open, and seven or eight huge cracks appeared in the formation's power.
"It can't escape!" Bai Xiaowen waved his hand, and Immortal Talismans shot through the air, embedding themselves diagonally into the seabed.
At the points where they landed, beams of light surged up from the seafloor, patching the gaps in the formation in the blink of an eye. It was like an old train that kept running after being hammered and patched up.
Xia Feng nodded to himself in admiration. Bai Xiaowen's profound mastery of formations was plain to see, but his composure in a crisis and ability to make timely repairs were even more commendable. Only such a leader deserved to wield his broken blade, for him to charge into battle at their side.
That previous strike had indeed consumed a great deal of Nibroz's stamina and Fel Energy. It panted heavily.
After the wall of waves passed, more than a dozen undead phalanxes returned to order, and the Spirit Force Giant condensed into shape once more. A new offensive crashed forward like thunder.
Nibroz had already lost the chance to use its divine artifact armor. As it blocked the Spirit Force Giant's black spheres, it struggled desperately. Xia Feng continued seeking opportunities, swooping down like a fierce hawk and leaving a deep wound on its body every time he struck.
Second by second, Nibroz's enormous demonic body became covered in wounds of varying sizes and depths. Dark green demon blood dripped onto the ground, leaving behind curling green smoke—it could no longer hold on. Its demon blood was nearly drained, and its health value was