"Form the Cloud Smoke Sun-Covering Formation!"
With a loud shout, Yun Leng finally brought out the Misty Cloud Sect's signature formation.
His mind was spinning, and even his vision had gone blurry. The power of Uchiha Madara's last blow had far exceeded everyone's expectations.
At this point, he was only barely holding on.
Hearing the cold shout ringing across the square, countless Misty Cloud Sect disciples froze. After a brief delay, they responded in unison and slowly closed their eyes. Moments later, wisps of white energy seeped out from above their heads.
An unending stream of white mist-like energy rose into the air, eventually obscuring nearly the entire sky. At a glance, it looked like a sea of clouds, with Yun Leng positioned right at its center.
"Elders, lend me your strength!" Yun Leng shouted coldly again as he gazed at the cloud energy spreading around him. The blood on his face had already scabbed over, making him look especially terrifying.
As Yun Leng's shout fell, the dozen or so white-robed elders on the stone platform immediately rose to their feet. They leaped into the air, swiftly scattered, and landed atop several large trees around the square. Their hand seals moved in unison, and with each motion, the sea of clouds blanketing the sky began to churn violently. At its center, cloud energy rapidly gathered. Moments later, it solidified before Yun Leng into a white spiraling sphere of energy nearly ten feet wide.
"Ha!"
Yun Leng slowly raised his right hand and controlled the white spiral sphere from afar. A vicious glint flashed through his eyes. With a fierce sweep of his sleeve, the sphere—gathered from a portion of every Misty Cloud Sect disciple's power—shot toward Uchiha Madara in the sky at a terrifying speed.
The white spiral sphere moved