Within the sword formation, sword light crisscrossed!
Thirteen Supreme Peak Immortal King-grade immortal swords, bolstered by the combined sword formation, erupted with terrifying might far beyond ordinary Immortal King's Artifacts!
Every streak of sword light that struck the Epoch Puppet left a mark upon his indestructible Epoch True Body!
One had to know that the Epoch King Physique was imperishable through ten thousand tribulations; even standing still, it was enough to leave Peerless Immortal Kings unable to break its defense.
Yet now, it had been wounded!
"Roar!!!"
The Epoch Puppet let out a howl that sounded nothing like a human voice!
There was no pain or rage in that howl, only pure killing intent and a pure desire for destruction!
He was a puppet, without intelligence or emotions.
Yet his instincts told him that these ants had actually dared to wound him!
This was unforgivable!
"Boom!!!"
The Epoch Puppet suddenly took a step forward!
That terrifying power made even the sword formation tremble faintly!
"Steady!"
Zhuge Feng shouted, forming seals with both hands as the sword formation spun even faster!
The thirteen disciples had, through years of practice together, developed coordination so seamless that it had reached the Extremity!
"Junior Sister Ziyao, left side!"
"Junior Sister Ling'er, above!"
"Junior Brother Wushuang, we'll hold him off from the front!"
Zhuge Feng's voice rang out continuously within the formation!
As the senior brother, he knew his junior brothers and sisters better than anyone, and could bring out the full power of their team spirit!
Ye Ziyao raised her delicate hand, and the immortal sword in her grasp turned into a purple rainbow, stabbing straight toward the puppet's left ribs!
Su Ling'er waved her small hand, sending her immortal sword down from the heavens to cleave straight at the puppet's head!
Wu Wushuang