Under the alternating bombardment of Lei Meng and the Blackstone Three Fiends, the azure barrier of the True Spirit Society's Myriad Spirits Heaven-Locking Formation flickered, emitting a piercing sound like silk being torn.
The once-vibrant Azurewood Sword Qi grew tainted with a viscous layer of deathly energy and blood amid the relentless collisions.
"Old ghost Zuo Qiu, your formation is about to give!"
Lei Meng let out a muffled roar. His already burly body swelled another thirty percent under the enhancement of the Blood-Burning Secret Art.
Scalding blood seeped through the gaps between his blue-gray scales, only to evaporate instantly in the scorching beacon-smoke of vital blood surrounding him.
Every punch he slammed into the formation's barrier unleashed a violent tremor that seemed to shake the earth and mountains.
Inside the formation, Zuo Qiu's face had gone from red to ashen, then from ashen to white.
The tip of his renowned Greenwood Ancient Sword had begun to droop. To sustain this mighty formation capable of imprisoning a Purple Abode origin, his spell power poured out like water through a breached dam.
"Hmph! Even if I exhaust every last scrap of spell power, I will never let such an opportunity fall into the hands of you rogue cultivators!"
Zuo Qiu bit down hard on his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the blade.
In an instant, the withered thorns within the formation grew wildly once more, binding Tu Meng's massive axe and Li Hanyan's poisonous threads tight.
Both sides became locked in a brutally vicious war of attrition.
The three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Blackstone Three Fiends were hardly faring any better.
Tu Meng's arms trembled from overexertion, several notches had appeared in Ruan Liu's spirit sword, and strands of white had emerged in Li Hanyan's once-ink-black