"You have seen it yourself these past days. What your formation has absorbed is merely a trace of the vital essence leaking from around me. Do you truly think this formation can shake my origin?"
The voice carried a measure of disdain and pride. It was Xuan Emperor.
Several months had passed since they last met. Perhaps she had already adapted to the might of the absorption formation, for her voice no longer held the panic and terror it had when Jiang Yun left. In its place was a composed calm she deliberately put on.
Jiang Yun seemed not to hear her and ignored the voice transmission.
He naturally knew that relying on this great formation to completely drain a Quasi-Immortal Emperor was nothing but a fool's dream.
Even draining someone from afar was impossible, let alone making physical contact with an expert of the same realm and attempting to suck them dry.
His true purpose was to prevent the Nine-Hued Mysterious Bird from drawing in external vital essence to restore her strength, thereby stopping her from breaking free of the Desolate Emperor's seal.
There was absolutely no chance of forcing Xuan Emperor to submit through such attrition in the short term.
Even the Desolate Emperor had failed to accomplish it quickly. How could Jiang Yun dare think he could?
"Jiang Yun, why do you remain silent?"
A shrill voice, like a tangible blade, stabbed straight toward Jiang Yun's sea of consciousness.
"We are both members of the Darkness Faction, yet not only do you refuse to lend a hand, you even set up this absorption formation. Have you considered the terrifying punishment you will face if the Ancestors learn of what you have done today?"
The voice was steeped in endless resentment and threats, like a curse from the