At the Cosmic Frontier, two array diagrams collided and ground against each other, forming a unique field. The Phoenix Blood Red Gold Sword and the God Mark Purple Gold Sword seemed to lie inside a furnace, forged and tempered to perfection. Both had advanced to Quasi-Emperor Weapons.
The Corpse Emperor attacked again and again, trying to stop the two Immortal Gold swords from becoming Extreme Emperor Weapons. Each attempt came to nothing. The Immortal Gold Sword Formation above thwarted him, even turning his attacks into fuel for tempering the swords. It was enough to make him want to spit blood.
By now, as the two Immortal Gold emperor swords neared completion, some of the Supremes finally began to think of retreat.
They had only just gained five thousand years of imperial life at their peak and had no wish to throw away all that time. Fang Yang's fighting strength and methods were simply too terrifying.
At first, the Immortal Gold Sword Formation overhead had seemed inferior to the Lingbao Sword Formation. Yet as time passed, despite having only three Dao swords suspended within it, it gradually caught up with the formation below.
That was not because the Longevity Heavenly Venerable lacked the skill to command the Lingbao Sword Formation. The Immortal Gold Sword Formation simply improved far faster than he could refine his own.
If the collision of the two sword formations had not created a force field sealing off this stretch of the stars, one of the Supremes would probably have tried to flee already.
Running away might sound shameful, but they had chosen to surround and kill Fang Yang, a younger man. What dignity did they have left to lose? Nothing mattered more than their lives.
Seated atop the array diagram, Fang Yang flicked his fingers and drew