Being passively battered again and again gradually worsened Lu Ye and the others' condition. Although the Black Tortoise Formation had not broken, part of the Mad Lion's berserk power still struck them. This was power beyond Dao Fusion. Not to mention the others—even Lu Ye's insides were already a complete mess. Despite his formidable recovery ability, he had suffered grievous injuries.
Yan Zhixing, Chen Gushan, Ziying, and He Linglong—every one of them was wounded. Yan Zhixing in particular had taken Lu Ye's place several times whenever Lu Ye had a moment to catch his breath.
It could be said that within the entire formation, Lu Ye bore the greatest pressure, with Yan Zhixing second. Yet comparatively speaking, Yan Zhixing's injuries were more severe, because every time he stepped in, he had clashed head-on with the Mad Lion!
They persevered stubbornly. The Black Tortoise Formation gave the Dao Fusion cultivators the means to barely contend against a Harmony Dao cultivator, and it was also their hope of survival.
But such perseverance had its limits.
Only twenty breaths after the formation was established, the Mad Lion launched another assault. Berserk force swept through the formation, and their tightly linked auras suddenly weakened.
Deep within everyone's heart, there came a sound like something snapping...
The formation broke!
Six figures involuntarily scattered and flew backward. Every face was filled with unwillingness, but that unwillingness vanished in an instant. They immediately frantically circulated their power to stabilize themselves, their scattered auras reaching toward Lu Ye as they tried to form the formation again!
Yet in the next instant, everyone's body and soul turned ice-cold.
Behind Yan Zhixing, a tall, burly figure suddenly appeared and threw a punch.
"No!" He Linglong screamed in terror.
Yan Zhixing's body suddenly stiffened in midair. He froze there, then lowered