When all eighty-one phantom images of the Thunder Sound Grinding Discs appeared, they covered the entire area for several li in front of the eighth barrier.
But at that moment, the Demonic General Yi Weng seemed to have no intention of changing formations. Once again, he shouted:
"Formation charge!"
In an instant, beneath the successive bombardments of heavenly lightning, the flagging battle intent of the fifty thousand demonic troops abruptly surged again.
Rumble...
The fifty thousand demonic troops once again surged forward like a mighty tide, charging toward the eighth barrier defended by the veteran generals.
Rumble, rumble...
Crack, crack...
Creak, groan...
As the fifty thousand demonic troops charged in, the eighty-one phantom images of the Thunder Sound Grinding Discs began spinning rapidly.
Bang! Bang, bang!
Soon, the bodies of demonic beasts and demonic generals kept bursting apart beneath the grinding pressure of the Thunder Sound Grinding Discs.
"Battle generals, but no troops or armor. Your Thunder Sound Five-Direction Earth-Splitting Formation fails to live up to its name!"
Suddenly, Yi Weng, galloping through the air astride a black steed, sneered and thrust his palm forcefully overhead.
Boom!
In an instant, Yi Weng's palm force merged with his battle intent, transforming into a palm shadow that nearly obscured the entire military formation and slammed into the phantom images of the Thunder Sound Grinding Discs above.
Bang...!!
Beneath that palm strike, the light of all eighty-one phantom images of the Thunder Sound Grinding Discs abruptly dimmed.
More than ten of them shattered outright.
For a moment, nothing obstructed the formation's charge below, and the demonic troops surged like a mighty tide toward the eighth barrier once again.
Bang!!!
Amid the deafening crash, although the eighth barrier did not immediately shatter, the power of thunder upon it dimmed under the impact.
Yi Weng