[The slaughter you led killed an enemy, seizing lifespan: seventeen years!] [The slaughter you led killed an enemy, seizing lifespan: twenty-five years!] [The slaughter you led killed an enemy, seizing lifespan: twenty-one years!]
The shouts of battle and agonized screams outside the formation rose and fell like tides. The clang of Blood-Clad Army blades hacking against armor seeped faintly and incessantly through the edges of the Red Water Formation.
At the center of the formation, however, the notifications in Zhao Cheng's mind announcing his increased lifespan rang out one after another like an unceasing stream.
Rather than distracting him, the sound became the most reliable calming pill, making the arm gripping the Great Halberd ever steadier. He maintained a blisteringly fast yet utterly unhurried rhythm, turning each Sky-Splitting Moon-Shattering into a streak of silvery cold light that precisely pursued the two figures dodging miserably beside the formation platform.
He hovered above the glow of the Purple-Gold Divine Mountain, his marquis's brocade robe snapping in the surging forces of heaven and earth within the formation.
His gaze swept across Yan Lu's trembling body, and a cold curve lifted at the corner of his mouth. "That brat is clearly about to give out. Then I'll add a little more spice, so we don't waste time."
At this moment, Yan Lu at the edge of the formation platform had long since lost all the dignity of an immortal master.
Every time he raised a hand to swing the staff of the Primordial Banner, his body trembled.
The instant the banner unfurled, the little True Essence remaining in his body was savagely sucked away through his arm, as though some ravenous Taotie had taken a vicious gulp.
In less than the time it took to drink a