Ming Yuan realized that his carelessness had placed him in danger, yet he was not overly concerned.
Ying Wu was merely a cultivator at the peak of the Mahayana Realm. No matter how formidable her sword formation was, it could hardly threaten the life of a dignified Tribulation Transcendence cultivator like him.
So long as he responded cautiously and gave Ying Wu no further openings to exploit, breaking the formation would not be difficult.
With that thought, Ming Yuan immediately activated the corpse coffin.
The corpse coffin stood outside the sword formation. It could coordinate with him from within and without, attacking the same point on the sword formation's barrier from both sides and shattering it in one stroke.
However, he discovered that the sword formation barrier, woven from countless strands of Sword Qi, could actually interfere with his divine sense.
Although the connection between him and the corpse coffin had not been completely severed, controlling it had become extraordinarily sluggish. He simply could not unleash the corpse coffin's true power.
Ming Yuan's expression darkened at once.
"Ying Wu, Extreme Yin, you truly have calculated well. But before absolute strength, all schemes are in vain. Today, this Sect Master shall show you the true power of a Tribulation Transcendence mighty expert!"
"Below Tribulation Transcendence, all are ants!"
A banner as tall as a man abruptly appeared before Ming Yuan.
The banner was pitch-black throughout, yet its surface was covered in strange, blood-red runes.
The moment it appeared, it split into two, two into four, and four into eight.
The eight banners hovered several zhang around Ming Yuan.
Without Ming Yuan making any movement, all eight banners trembled at once, their netherglow surging like a tide.
The blood-red runes upon the banners seemed to come alive, immediately beginning to twist and