This technique had no so-called rank—only one explanation: the more immortal power one had, the stronger one became, and the greater the formation's might.
Since obtaining this formation, he had only used it once.
And now, on a whim, he had decided to bring it out and have some fun.
Honestly, Mo Xin's combat strength was far inferior to Yan Batian's.
Though Mo Xin was fast and possessed a powerful physique, once one grasped the rhythm of his attacks or trapped him, he was nothing more than a living target.
Even without lifting a hand, Yan Batian could toy him to death with his Dual Pupils.
No matter how powerful his Heavenly Demon Divine Body was, it was useless.
Boom, boom, boom.
One overwhelmingly powerful attack after another battered the formation. The entire grand formation shook incessantly, while the four sacred beasts roared without pause and unleashed wave after wave of ferocious attacks.
The Azure Dragon continuously spewed dragonflame. Yet the dragonflame, capable of destroying all things, could not even breach Mo Xin's defenses. Before it could reach him, it was worn away by the demonic qi filling the sky until it vanished.
The Vermilion Bird continuously spat out fireballs, but just like the Azure Dragon's attacks, they could not come near Mo Xin's body at all.
The Azure Dragon continuously unleashed blades of wind, but even when they struck Mo Xin, they could at most leave a white mark on his body.
The Black Tortoise merely launched the occasional Primordial Spirit attack.
The phantom forms of the Four Symbols Killing Formation's four sacred beasts could not inflict the slightest harm upon Mo Xin.
This only made Mo Xin within the formation even more excited.
"Trash will always be trash. Other than being a little flashy, these tricks are utterly