Main Formation!
The black hole, cloaked in a dazzling outer shell, gradually expanded. It encompassed everything and devoured everything. The colossal Blazing Sun that had once stood evenly matched against it had already been consumed by half.
One half had been swallowed into the black hole, while the other half was still struggling to resist.
It was already inevitable that the Solar Origin would be devoured by the black hole.
Of the Golden Crows Zhang Yuanqing currently controlled, only five remained. The other four had been swallowed by the black hole, cutting off his connection to them.
Fortunately, the Golden Crows had an owner and instinctively resisted the Star Lord's refinement. Otherwise, the instant they had been swallowed into the black hole, they would likely have become power under his control.
Yet even in such dire straits, Zhang Yuanqing did not retreat in the slightest. Disregarding his own life, he pressed deeper into the black hole and mustered the power of the five Golden Crows to scorch it.
By now, the Main Formation instance had begun to show signs of collapse. The three most powerful origin forces of the Spirit Realm had collided, and no instance could withstand them.
Zhang Yuanqing could actually cut off an arm now—abandon the four Golden Crows, break open the instance space, and flee.
But that would only be drinking poison to quench thirst. It was meaningless.
The Star Lord's majestic voice came from within the black hole:
"You would rather have both sides suffer, rather expend your origin, rather risk everything to burn me. Are you waiting for Ling Tuo's backup plan?"
Zhang Yuanqing ignored him.
The Star Lord continued:
"Denying me the chance to recover, denying me time to deeply refine the Lunar Power—you want to suppress me to my weakest state while