Riiip...
Purple arcs of electricity flashed through the void, and Martial Fool's body was blasted away like a ball.
From beginning to end, Martial Fool never had a chance to strike back. He could not even catch sight of Ye Lin's figure, nor had he noticed the instant Ye Lin swung his sword down.
Ye Lin was like true lightning, like true light, so fast that he was almost impossible to see...
"Heaven at its limit—I take the earth as my board and the heavens as my canopy, forming the Formation of Heaven and Earth. Heaven and Earth Ultimate Formation, rise."
An incomparably dense Dao aura erupted from Xuanyuan Tufeng's body, and a trace of madness flashed across his face. As he raised his hands, a golden formation that blanketed the entire void emerged from the air.
"Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder Sword Art, Thunderfall."
Only his voice could be heard; his figure could not be seen.
As the words fell, peals of thunder rang out across the sky. Lightning filled the heavens and rained down like droplets, endlessly baptizing the golden formation.
Yet in merely a few breaths, the formation became riddled with holes.
"This is impossible! This is impossible..."
Watching this scene, Xuanyuan Tufeng roared again and again, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Why? Since when had his formation become so fragile?
He had once used this formation to brutally slaughter three peerless geniuses. Such an outstanding record was not something he had merely claimed, nor something he had boasted about.
But why did his formation seem like paper mache before Ye Lin?
Why exactly was this happening?
"I can't even catch his figure. How am I supposed to fight?"
Ye Tian stood in the void, his face full of anxiety. He could not even see Ye Lin's shadow,