"Boom!"
The instant Old Smoky Ghost's body grew taller and his aura surged, the two columns of smoke streaming from his nostrils abruptly turned into two enormous white arms and slammed out to either side.
"Bang!"
Amid the tremendous impact, not only was the sword qi within the Immortal-Trapping Sword Formation scattered once again, but Huang Jinpeng and the others controlling the formation were all driven back several yards.
Only by finally gripping the flying swords planted in the ground with all their might did they dissipate that force.
However, the few sword cultivators with weaker cultivation had already been jolted into vomiting blood by the blow, suffering heavy losses of true essence and blood qi.
For a time, sword qi scattered throughout the once-stable Immortal-Trapping Sword Formation, leaving it like a house ravaged by a storm.
"Hold... hold firm! Do not let up! This... this is Old Smoky Ghost's final flare before death!"
Although Huang Jinpeng had likewise expended a great deal of qi and blood and true essence, upon discovering that the grand formation was becoming unstable, he immediately forced his true essence and qi and blood into action to steady the sword formation while shouting fiercely at the other sword cultivators.
"Clang!"
Following Huang Jinpeng's shout, the dozen or so other sword cultivators exerted themselves together and finally stabilized the sword formation again.
"Whew..."
Hovering above the sword formation, Xia Qi let out a long breath at the sight.
Old Smoky Ghost's blow had seemed casual, but its palm force and power had actually equaled a Martial God Realm cultivator's all-out strike. Never mind Huang Jinpeng and the others-even inner sect disciples of their Eight Views Dao Palace would have barely managed to withstand it.
"Brother Huang, hold on a little longer! Old Smoky Ghost's ghost power