"Hiss!"
"Boom!!"
A tremendous roar rang out as the Sword Weapon, infused with magic power, slammed into the wall of light, producing a teeth-grating creak.
The fierce impact made the formation barrier ripple like water, yet it suffered not the slightest damage.
Jiang Yang was not surprised. He had never expected to break it with one strike. If one blow failed, he would keep going; sooner or later, he would breach it.
Without pausing, Jiang Yang drew back his sword and began gathering power for another strike.
He had already examined the formation when he touched it earlier.
The formation was a seamless whole, its defenses equally strong throughout, with no weak point he could exploit. Jiang Yang had also asked Bai Tang, but she knew nothing of breaking formations either.
Thus, his only option was to wear it down slowly, one plain, unadorned sword strike at a time.
Every few breaths, a sudden burst of light flared before the great hall's entrance. Amid successive booms, the formation barrier groaned, teetering on the brink of shattering.
Perhaps there was simply no one nearby, or perhaps any cultivators who approached were frightened off by the commotion.
Whatever the reason, no one disturbed Jiang Yang despite all the time he spent working before the hall. He stood silently, doing nothing but swinging his sword.
The next strike should just about do it.
Jiang Yang fixed his gaze on the barrier. His brilliant sword ray crashed heavily against the formation's Mystic Shield like a raging wave pounding the shore.
"Crack!"
The sound of breaking rang out like heavenly music. Cracks finally spread across the barrier's Mystic Shield, and before Jiang Yang's eyes, it dissolved into spiritual light and vanished.
At the sight, Jiang Yang finally let out a breath of relief and hung