The Limitless Sect's ten flying ships formed a circle, surrounding Ye Hua within.
Black runes had been inscribed across the decks of the flying ships.
A Limitless Sect disciple sat cross-legged atop each rune.
They continuously poured the spiritual power or mana within their bodies into the runes.
The runes gradually lit up, then transformed into streaks of light that flew toward Ye Hua.
Ye Hua stood tall at the heart of the formation. A formation disk the size of a millstone floated before him as his hands continuously formed seals and sent them into the disk.
The runes flying toward him gathered around his body.
Gradually, an incomparably towering phantom slowly condensed behind Ye Hua.
The phantom's height was immeasurable; its head reached the heavens and its feet trod upon the sea. Though its form was indistinct, it radiated a terrifying pressure.
"Heavenly Demon World-Extinction!"
As Ye Hua softly spoke, the phantom slowly raised its right hand and fiercely slapped down toward Xing Wenyao.
Where its palm passed, the air seemed to be sliced apart by a sharp blade, releasing a piercing howl.
Before the phantom's hand seal even arrived, the air below had already been compressed by it, whipping up violent gusts.
For a time, sand and stones flew wildly, great trees were uprooted, and the sea surged with a thousand towering waves.
Xing Wenyao's expression was grave. From the phantom, he sensed a powerful threat, not much weaker than the threat Yinshuo posed to him.
At that moment, he was engaged in a magical battle with Yinshuo. He had no attention to spare to block the phantom's hand seal, nor could he easily break away and flee.
"Zhu Yin, help me!" Xing Wenyao shouted.
The moment his words fell, a figure suddenly flew out from the mountains