Zhang Yu's words carried a grand, resonant force, instantly spreading through every corner of the formation. The moment the Profound Venerables heard them, their hearts settled, and they answered in unison.
They all knew that someone like Guan Chaosheng, a pillar of his sect who had attained a superior fruition and likely carried the power of a Dao-anchoring treasure, was not an opponent they could handle. They could only entrust him to Zhang Yu.
The thirty Profound Venerables who had just arrived still harbored some doubts. But the twelve who had originally been within the formation had tremendous faith in Zhang Yu, for they had witnessed with their own eyes his feat of slaying three cultivators who had attained superior fruition.
After speaking, Zhang Yu shifted his gaze and saw the Primordial Spirit charging straight toward the formation hub with fierce momentum. After pondering briefly, starlight rippled around him, and a point of brilliant radiance flew forth, fleeing outward and swiftly vanishing without a trace.
A moment later, ten thousand points of starlight emerged from the Void Gloom behind him and rained down upon that Primordial Spirit. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed toward it, employing the Seize Light divine ability.
Yet it seemed that a hollow void existed around Guan Chaosheng. Every ray of light, countless in number and each sufficient to shatter a landmass, vanished completely upon falling into it, without raising even the slightest ripple. The Seize Light technique likewise disappeared without a trace, receiving not the slightest response.
Zhang Yu had no intention of stopping there. Within the formation hub, so long as the opponent had not reached him, it was only right that he could strike others, while others could not strike him.
At the urging of his thoughts, *Illusory Light Divine