"Fight."
The moment the third ball of light exploded, hundreds of ink-colored runes appeared out of thin air on Arena.
Those runes did not turn into a shadow of a fighter, but arranged themselves into a circular battle array.
The battle formation is divided into three layers. The outer layer is a rotating ink-colored light wheel, and the rim is densely covered with sharp text edges.
The middle layer is a ring of interlocking character teeth, and each tooth is Haoran Righteous Qi compressed to the extreme.
The inner layer is a three-layered concentric disc with dense ancient inscriptions engraved on it.
Those inscriptions are continuously rotating in opposite directions, like three millstones in different directions turning at the same time.
Lang Tu's dark green vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
His body reacted the moment Battle-Character Battle Formation took shape. His right foot slammed on the ground, and the dark red Sha Qi condensed into a blood-colored carapace on the surface of his body.
But the rotation speed of the battle formation was much faster than he expected, and the three counter-rotating disks accelerated to a terrifying level in a very short period of time.
The ancient inscriptions on the disk made a sharp buzzing sound as they rubbed against the air, and the buzzing sounds were superimposed to form a dull, continuously increasing crushing force.
The battle formation rolled over in the direction of Lang Tu.
Lang Tu struck with an axe.
The Sha Qi condensed on the ax blade was crushed into pieces of dark red light that filled the sky the moment it hit the outermost halo of the battle formation.
Before the broken light had time to disperse, it was rolled in by the edges of the text on the edge of the light wheel and ground into finer powder.
The force of his ax blow was at least 70%, but the battle formation's light wheel only paused.
The ink runes on the wheel flashed twice before continuing to move forward.
Lang Tu's left claw poked out, and five sharp hooks grasped the surface of the light wheel.
The sharp hook collided with the edges of the text, producing a series of harsh metal-iron friction sounds.
He tried to tear a gap in the light wheel, but the sharp hook just embedded in the wheel surface.
The counter-rotating text gear rings on the middle layer bite up.
The toothed ring bit his sharp hook, like two rows of steel teeth crushing bones, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the hook.
Lang Tu pulled hard and pulled the left claw out of the toothed ring.
The five sharp hooks were covered with dense gaps, and one of the sharp hooks was broken in the middle.
Lang Tu groaned, shifted the ax to his left hand, and suddenly thrust his right claw towards the inner layer of the battle formation.
This time he no longer tried to tear it apart, but concentrated his whole body Sha Qi into one point, concentrating on the tip of his right paw.
The dark red Sha Qi was compressed into a bean-sized Blood-Colored Bead at the tip of the claw. There were dense Killing Intent Laws fragments inside the bead, and each piece was rotating at high speed.
He flicked the bead toward the core of the battle formation.
Blood-Colored Bead hit the inner disk.
The counter-rotating inscriptions on the disk suddenly accelerated the moment the beads came into contact.
The rotation directions of the three-layer discs changed at the same time, and the disc surfaces that originally rotated in two directions were all twisted into the same direction at that moment.
The Sha Qi on the beads was peeled off, crushed, and ground layer by layer from the outside to the inside by the sudden and unified force of rotation, into the tiniest Sha Qi dust, which rustled down from the gaps in the disc.
The bead only lasted for two breaths before it was completely wiped out, leaving not even a trace of Sha Qi.
"What..."
Lang Tu's dark green vertical pupils suddenly widened for a moment.
"Douzizhu grinds."
Xie Approaching the Abyss stood behind the battle formation, with the index and middle fingers of his right hand together.
The ink-colored light at the fingertips becomes extremely dignified when controlling the battle formation, and every ray of light flows with a heavy feeling.