Song Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, though her gaze at Han Debiao carried a measure of wariness.
Han Debiao had actually injured the Wind-Thunder Falcon's talons. Could he have done it with nothing but physical strength? That was far too monstrous.
Song Yan had guessed correctly—Han Debiao had indeed injured the Wind-Thunder Falcon through the strength of his fleshly body alone.
He had consumed quite a few spiritual elixirs and wondrous medicines for body tempering. Before Han Changming departed for the Central Heaven Continent, he had given Han Debiao some Dragon Scale Pills. After taking them, Han Debiao's physical strength had increased tremendously.
Han Debiao strode toward a massive cave not far away, moving swiftly.
Song Yan put away the corpses of the Wind-Thunder Falcon and the Black-Pattern Sea-Devouring Whale, then hurried after him.
Before long, they arrived in a cavern over a hundred mu in size. The stone wall to the left gleamed with golden light, upon which was the pattern of a golden lotus.
Without wasting words, Han Debiao poured immense spiritual power into the Golden Qilin Spirit-Extinguishing Spear. Golden flames surged from its spearhead, radiating terrifying heat.
With a slight flick of his wrist, the Golden Qilin Spirit-Extinguishing Spear shot toward the golden light like a savage evil flood dragon.
With a dull bang, the golden light did not budge in the slightest.
Han Debiao was somewhat surprised. After so many years, the formation's power should have weakened somewhat. Could this be a sixth-rank formation?
Song Yan waved a crimson banner, releasing billowing flames that engulfed the golden light.
Han Debiao thrust at the golden light once more. Another dull sound rang out, and he felt as though the Golden Qilin Spirit-Extinguishing Spear had struck a wall of bronze and iron, unable to advance even