"Sizzle... sizzle..."
No sooner had Old Daoist Mao uttered the words "Spirit-Shocking Formation" than lightning flickered across the eight phantom stone steles towering above the lake, perhaps because the fluctuations of his aura were too violent.
At the same time, a heart-palpitating aura of Primordial Antiquity spread outward.
Along with it, waves of low murmuring came from the stone steles.
These murmurs were obscure and incomprehensible, as though they came from the void.
"This is bad!"
Old Daoist Mao's expression changed again when he sensed this aura and heard the murmurs coming from the steles.
He had been about to flee, but abruptly withdrew his aura and stood motionless on the lake.
He looked as though the slightest movement would cause some terrifying existence to discover him.
And once Old Daoist Mao reined in his aura, the murmurs immediately dissipated.
"Whew..."
Drenched in sweat, Old Daoist Mao exhaled, his face still marked by lingering fear.
Then he raised his head and looked toward the forest ahead.
"Boom..."
Within the forest, the phantom of the spirit beast Zouwu shattered just then.
Dongfang Yuejian had exhausted all the power of One Stroke Opens Heaven and could no longer sustain the spirit beast Zouwu's consumption.
"Young Master Xu, how long can that formation of yours hold?"
Su Qingtan, who was likewise gravely wounded and had exhausted her True Essence, fed Dongfang Yuejian a medicinal pill while looking toward Xu Taiping, who was also regulating his breathing and tending to his injuries nearby.
"As long as... as long as we can hold on a little longer... I'll be able to summon Zouwu again."
Before Xu Taiping could answer, Dongfang Yuejian spoke after catching her breath.
The cultivation of Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book was far too terrifying.
Earlier, even without him attacking