Flying Spirit Ascends to Immortality

The remaining True King possessed the power of creation, able to transform his own divine power of light into any treasure.

Countless flames of mighty light gathered before the True King, condensing into sword after sword.

They shot toward Tian Yong and Emperor Miaoxiang in a concentrated barrage.

Tian Yong merged his body with the Dragon Chant Sword, transforming into a thunder-dragon streak of sword light that slashed forward in sweeping arcs.

The moment those luminous treasure swords came into contact with it, they crackled and popped, their shattered fragments scattering everywhere.

Yet these were merely creations of the True King. With a wave of his hand, the fragments joined together again, transforming into creations of every kind—weaponry, machinery, buildings, and more.

Manifesting all manner of strange powers, they hemmed Tian Yong in from every side.

Tian Yong's sword light crisscrossed the battlefield, doing his utmost to grind them away with the force of thunder.

Though he could destroy them, more and more power of light continued to gather.

Several times, it compressed the space around him, forcing him to violently blast it open with the Thirty-Six Thunder God Swords.

But he had no particularly good solution for this. He could only strike at the True King's true body as best he could.

However, this True King had erected a fortress around himself, guarding himself as tightly as an iron barrel.

Tian Yong did not dare venture too deeply inside, for fear of being trapped within and unable to escape.

Meanwhile, Emperor Miaoxiang lashed the vital energy within the formation with the Spirit-Commanding Whip, turning it into countless strange beasts of gold and stone within this Kun Metal Formation.

Bolstered by the great formation, these beasts formed of gold and stone were nearly inexhaustible.

They pounced forth and tore apart