The formation had been devised with reference to the Eight Directions Dragon Locking Formation. Though it incorporated a killing formation and used the Heavenly Gang Green Wood Sword as its formation core,
its offensive power remained limited.
Against one or two people alone, with his assistance from the side, victory—or even killing the enemy—would not have been a problem.
But facing four people at once and hoping to defeat them in a single move was simply unrealistic.
The ten-thousand-foot sword light and its vast spectacle were more for intimidation than actual offensive force.
At this moment, sword qi continued to brew within the formation, steadily wearing down the four people's cultivation power.
As for the scene displayed before everyone's eyes, it was naturally also a blend of reality and illusion. He had secretly altered the formation incantations, creating it through an illusion formation.
Yet even after someone exposed his trick, Su Shi'er did not feel the slightest panic.
Seeing through it was one thing; whether they dared to gamble was the key to this round.
A lie that was half true and half false was not only more deceptive, but also far harder to fathom.
With a slight furrow in his brow, Su Shi'er held the Fly Whisk in hand and did not respond.
Only the look in his eyes grew increasingly cold.
As though in response to the judgment of the person who had spoken,
at that very moment, the great formation beneath Su Shi'er, which had already returned to calm, once again began to ripple with formation fluctuations.
A massive formation seal flickered in and out of sight, yet the scene within did not appear.
It gave the impression that power was still striking against the formation from within, while Su Shi'er was doing his utmost to suppress