After releasing the "Nuo God," Yu Qingrong sent her magic power into it. A sharp gleam immediately shone from the slanted eyes of the idol, while its split, gaping mouth revealed an eerie, wicked grin. At the same time, an aura spread outward.
Yet at this moment, a trace of disgust could not help but appear on Yu Qingrong's face.
Though this thing was useful, she still disliked its ugly appearance. As that aura flowed over her, she felt as if she had been stained with filth. But in order to win this battle, she could only endure it for now.
Chen Baixiao set the heavy Profound Jade Sword Casket beside him. Reaching in, he drew out a longsword. He flicked it twice with his fingers, then gently swept it outward.
In that instant, dense sword radiance filled the void, numbering in the hundreds of millions. They flew together toward the great formation ahead and swiftly descended upon its outer edge, stirring the formation mist there into rolling turbulence.
This was his way of greeting Zhang Yu—and conveying a message. Even while standing at the passage between the two realms, he could still damage the formation. If Zhang Yu wished to stop him, he would have to come to the ground they had chosen and fight them.
Zhang Yu had no difficulty understanding the meaning. Since the enemy had shown themselves again, he naturally had to meet the challenge. As for who held the initiative and who was passive, such things could be contested in battle; they were never fixed and unchanging.
With a flick of his sleeve, he rose from the Dharma platform. Standing upon the Cloud-Ganoderma Jade Platform and riding a cluster of starry jade mist, he drifted out from the heart of the formation.
As he emerged,