Boya's expression darkened!
"Blocked it!"
"My strongest strike—he actually blocked it head-on with nothing but flesh and blood!"
At the same time, the scattered immortals kneeling in the air also changed expression.
Every one of them looked panicked. Suddenly, one scattered immortal stood up.
"Jiang Feng can block Boya!"
"We... we don't have to be slaves anymore!"
"We can break free from Boya's Enslavement!"
Once one person came to this realization, the others immediately followed suit, rising to their feet with relief.
The sight before him sent Boya's heart plunging into an icy abyss.
What he had feared had still happened.
These scattered immortals had long since broken free of the formation's control. Now that they no longer had to fear being enslaved, some of them had already begun to flee.
"Bastards, you think you can run just like that?!" Boya cursed furiously, reaching out with one hand to seize a scattered immortal who was trying to escape.
Jiang Feng snorted coldly. "Your opponent is me!"
As he spoke, he flicked a finger, using it as a spear to thrust through the air.
The spear radiance streaked across the sky, tearing Boya's giant hand apart in midair.
When had Boya ever suffered such a blow? Ever since obtaining his first portion of divine sand and mastering the art of tempering his body with it, he had stood high above all others, commanding every direction.
Any ancient cultivator of the gods who saw him had to treat him with utmost respect!
Yet now, his dignity had been shattered time and again by Jiang Feng. He had completely lost even the most basic shred of reason!
"I'll kill you!" Boya roared, and a surging force suddenly erupted within him.
Jiang Feng recalled the life-forbidden technique Black Dragon had used in their previous