The moment these powers of thunder came into contact with the water's surface, their might stacked together, increasing by more than thirty percent.
This also greatly restricted the Mirage Dragons' movements.
But this was already enough.
After all, all Ye Lin wanted was to restrict the Mirage Dragons' movements and suppress them for a short while.
Not to kill Ye Lin.
If Ye Lin himself had the strength to slay the Mirage Dragons alone, he would not need to stand here stupidly waiting.
"Damn it, there's even a seventh-layer Golden Immortal ant."
One of the Mirage Dragons stared fixedly at Ye Lin and cursed under his breath.
Attacks from sixth-layer Golden Immortals had no effect on them whatsoever, and even attacks from seventh-layer Golden Immortal experts posed no danger to them.
But they could greatly restrict their movements.
In the past, they naturally would not have taken such things seriously.
But things were different now.
This grand formation was strengthening at a rate visible to the naked eye. What they needed most was time.
The turbid Qi within the Black Sea was inexhaustible, flowing without end.
Once this grand formation became so strong that even they could not break it, they would truly become fish on the chopping board.
They did not want that.
Lightning constantly numbed their bodies, yet even so, they tirelessly rammed against the grand formation.
Baili Changhong had been right earlier. They had already reached the end of the road. Before them lay one—and only one—path.
That was to shatter the grand formation before their eyes. Otherwise, death was their only road.
But how could this grand formation possibly be shattered just because they wanted to shatter it?
The cultivators were united as one, exerting their strength together, while the power of thunder in the water