Breaking the Formation

At the sight of those three large characters, Wang Daoyuan's heart turned cold.

He had originally thought that this special sensation might offer him a way to survive.

Now, however, it seemed there was no hope. No one had managed to breach Ziwei Hall in tens of thousands of years.

With his meager strength, breaking the formation was simply impossible.

Nor was there anywhere to flee. This was the very center of the entire palace.

No matter which way he ran, he would have to travel a hundred li before reaching the palace walls.

Even without flying, Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators could run faster than he could.

What was more, there were quite a few body cultivators in the Seven Stars Alliance.

The stronger their Physical Bodies, the faster they could run.

Sure enough, in less than ten breaths, people had surrounded him, and that black dog had been brought over as well.

At such close range, his Hidden Demon Art could not conceal him from Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators.

At this point, fleeing was no longer realistic.

Since there was something within the hall related to the Returning Origin Sword Intent, perhaps it could resonate with his own sword intent.

He might as well use that sword-intent resonance to fight them properly.

Even if he was no match for them, it did not mean certain death.

As long as he released the Spirit Pearl and entered the Spirit Pearl Space, there would still be a path to survival.

The sword strike that had split open the Absolute Heaven Abyss back then had only damaged the Spirit Pearl; it had not destroyed it.

At most, the Seven Stars Sea only had Spirit Transformation cultivators. They simply could not do anything to the Spirit Pearl.

Moreover, aside from Wang