Divine Wing Palace shook and trembled with a thunderous roar, like a guttering candle in the wind.
Under the impact of immense dharmic power, the Eightfold Heavenly King Grand Formation activated on its own. Eight Heavenly King Dharma manifestations emerged in all directions.
These Heavenly Kings were recorded in Demon Race scriptures. Some had human heads and beast bodies; others beast heads and human bodies. All were towering and ferocious, carrying the savage aura of ancient wilderness.
The spiritual qi within hundreds of millions of miles was methodically gathered into the formation through the Heavenly King Dharma manifestations, forming layer upon layer of invisible dharmic power that protected Divine Wing Palace and the floating island from without to within. At the same time, it dissipated and neutralized the violent impacts of power.
Two seventh-rank powerhouses clashed head-on. The resulting shockwaves of dharmic power were unimaginably fierce. Fortunately, the Eightfold Heavenly King Grand Formation was present; otherwise, Divine Wing Palace would have been reduced to ruins on the spot.
Iron Tiger Demon King, whose arm Gao Xian had shattered with a single palm strike, was embedded deep in the wall with his nine-foot-tall, powerfully built body. A huge bulge protruded from the other side of the wall, while crisscrossing cracks spread across it like a spiderweb.
It was also thanks to the formation's protection, which helped dissolve that peerlessly fierce divine force in his body, that he managed to catch his breath.
Since advancing to the seventh rank, Iron Tiger Demon King had never suffered such a crushing loss.
The main reason was that Gao Xian's dharmic power was simply too overwhelming. In a direct collision, the stronger force prevailed, and victory and defeat had been decided in an instant.
Fortunately, Iron Tiger Demon King had cultivated for tens of thousands