"Fellow Daoist Su!"
Feng Jianxing's pupils shrank. He was just about to forcibly rouse his sword essence and risk his life to share part of Su Shi'er's pressure.
Just then, Su Shi'er, who had been slow to make any move, finally moved as well.
Su Shi'er slowly raised his hand, his five fingers slightly spread.
Between his palms, there was no astonishing radiance, nor any vast phenomenon.
There was only a mass of faintly visible, almost nonexistent gray mist.
At first glance, that aura looked utterly unremarkable.
Yet the instant that aura appeared, the formation power all around, which had been incomparably berserk, inexplicably froze.
Seeing this, Xu Qingfeng's expression changed drastically, and a bad feeling instantly welled up in his heart.
"Gui Wu!"
As Xu Qingfeng's face shifted in shock, Su Shi'er's lips parted slightly, and he enunciated each word.
His voice was not loud, yet it contained astonishing information.
Inside Su Shi'er's body, Secret Law Gui Wu circulated to its limit at this moment.
His expression calm, he gently pushed his palm forward.
The two brief words fell.
That mass of gray mist abruptly spread forward.
Fast!
Fast beyond belief!
In just an instant, it completely enveloped the place where Su Shi'er and Feng Jianxing stood.
Immediately after, the formation pressure that pressed down like the vault of heaven was the first to come into contact with that gray mist.
There was no earth-shaking roar, nor any dazzling phenomenon.
There was only silent, soundless dissolution.
That strike, which had originally been enough to suppress and kill the vast majority of Tribulation Crossing cultivators, was actually dissolved bit by bit, shaved away, devoured away, the instant it touched the gray mist.
The gray-white chains scattered at a touch.
The azure talisman seals dimmed one after another.
As for the