Half an hour passed.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from Star Moon Demon Saint's forehead. Powerful as the Deity-Transformation Shell was, repeatedly activating a supreme Spirit Treasure like the Seven-Flame Fan placed an enormous strain on his divine sense.
Yun Sheng's face was pale. Under the suppressive force of the East Emperor Bell, even her sword hand trembled slightly.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord controlled the Demon Bone Spear from the sidelines, providing cover now and then, frantic with anxiety.
"This damned loach is too tough! With this blasted lake backing it up, we can't wear it down anytime soon!" Star Moon Demon Saint gritted his teeth, but his attacks never stopped.
Amid their furious clash, no one noticed an extremely faint shadow beneath the water, inching along the mud on the lakebed toward the Five-Colored Lotus in the center.
Changqingzi.
After those five carp had scared him off, this old monster who had lived for over a thousand years had slapped seven or eight high-grade Concealment Talismans onto himself. He had even stopped breathing, sinking to the bottom like a corpse.
Even the slightest shock wave from the Deity Transformation-level clash of laws above could cost him half his life, but he endured the water pressure and inched his way to the edge of the Five-Element Formation.
Time to risk it!
Changqingzi stared at the Five-Colored Lotus within arm's reach, his eyes bloodshot.
Above him, the Dragon Carp was doing everything it could to resist the Seven-Flame Fan, while Yun Sheng's river of swords had drawn the five carp's attention. Changqingzi rapidly formed hand seals, pouring every last drop of his Nascent Soul true essence into his legs.
Whoosh!
The old man shot up from the lakebed like an arrow loosed from a bow. His speed exceeded even the limits