Yuan Rong and Song Wen both perked up at these words.
"Yuan Rong, hold on!" Song Wen shouted.
Yuan Rong's gaze turned icy. His ten fingers flew in rapid motions, spiritual light flickering at his fingertips as he continuously formed hand seals and sent them into the sword formation.
Even so, the sword formation was already on the verge of collapse, cracking sounds constantly ringing out.
At this critical moment, the mountain of blood descending from above beyond the sword formation finally arrived.
Bang—
The towering mountain of blood slammed into the Flood Dragon King's head, forcing it to plunge downward. Its fangs scraped down the sword formation's barrier, letting out a piercing screech.
Then, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword silently struck, aimed straight at the wound on the Flood Dragon King's back.
With no other option for the moment, the Flood Dragon King could only direct the torrent of scales to meet the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword.
Thus, the sword formation was temporarily free from any threat.
"Go to where Fellow Daoist Feng is," Song Wen said.
Yuan Rong immediately directed the sword formation toward the direction from which Feng Zhongli's voice had come.
Before long, the two crossed more than a dozen li and arrived at the edge of the scale trapping formation. Through two formation barriers, they saw Feng Zhongli.
Feng Zhongli glanced at the two of them, then at Xuan Li behind Song Wen, bound by tentacles. Delight appeared on her face.
"Excellent. All three of you are here."
"Not excellent at all," Song Wen said. "Fellow Daoist Feng, quickly help us break this trapping formation. The Flood Dragon King has gone mad. If we do not escape soon, the three of us will be in grave danger."
Feng Zhongli wasted no words and immediately summoned