Boom, boom, boom!!!
Four astonishing long spears transformed into streaks of spear-ray, furiously bombarding a bow-wielding member of the Spell-Cultivator Divine Race...
The archer's eyes trembled. He frantically drew his bowstring, unleashing a ring of arrows that blasted outward in every direction!
Clang, clang, clang!!
The arrows and spear-rays collided and exploded relentlessly, but a massive blade-ray from the Great Guandao came crushing down, cleaving toward the archer's head!
Clang!!
The archer could only hastily raise his bow to block the blade-ray. The impact shook his entire body and sent him flying backward...
In an instant!
Crack!!
The archer hurtling backward began to petrify rapidly. Cracks spread through the stone covering his body. His reserves had already been exhausted, his aura had weakened, and he petrified and crumbled right there in midair...
Clang, clang, clang!
Streak after streak of spear-ray struck the archer's petrified body, blasting him into fragments.
Standing inside a side hall, Ye Han had already sensed what had happened within the Purple Cauldron Space: the archer's aura had been exhausted, and he had petrified and crumbled.
Excellent! That's the third one down!!
A gleam of delight appeared in Ye Han's eyes. This was already the third member of the Spell-Cultivator Divine Race he had killed.
He had spent some more time incorporating the weapons of the slain divine race members into the Myriad Treasures Formation, greatly boosting its offensive power. With that, the formation held an overwhelming advantage against the divine race members sucked inside.
Ye Han finally felt that dealing with these divine race members in the Third Heaven's Underwater Divine Palace had become much easier. After all, the Purple Cauldron Space cut off their greatest advantage: their ability to constantly absorb the Underwater Divine Palace's heaven and earth spiritual energy to replenish their spell power