"Alas, why bother? It is nothing but a waste of time!"
"But this is fine as well. With the strength you fellow Daoists have provided, dealing with you all next will be much easier."
The figure in the mist spoke, his tone carrying a few traces of joy he could hardly conceal.
At the same time as his voice rang out, the fluctuations of the formation grew increasingly intense.
Beneath those fluctuations, boundless power seemed like a volcano that might erupt at any moment.
"This..."
Feng Jianxing and the other two's pupils abruptly contracted, and they subconsciously turned their heads to look at Su Shi'er.
"Is that so?"
At the same time, Su Shi'er's voice rang out, and at last, he moved.
His sleeve stirred slightly.
The Innate Five Swords swept out from within his sleeve.
Five streaks of Sword Light flashed into existence, then vanished at once.
There was no heaven-shaking sword howl.
Nor any dazzling sword radiance.
Only five strands of soundless Sword Intent, as fine as hair, remained, quietly hovering before Su Shi'er.
The corners of the mist-shrouded figure's mouth lifted slightly, still filled with mockery and disdain.
On the stone terrace, the formation patterns were still flowing.
After the power Feng Jianxing, Yun Wuxia, and Mo Huaikong had just unleashed was drawn into the formation, the formation's momentum here had clearly grown a few degrees stronger.
Gray-white mist coiled around the surroundings. As it breathed in and out, it even faintly gained a somewhat thicker, more solid quality.
From the look of it, Feng Jianxing and the others' attacks had not only failed to shake the formation here, but had instead become fuel for its operation.
At this sight, Feng Jianxing and the others furrowed their brows tightly, and their hearts could not help but squeeze