The spinning top did not slow in the slightest.
After smashing through the killing formation, it continued plowing across the wasteland ahead, trailing a long plume of dust with a shrill whistle through the air.
The instant the killing formation shattered, ten streaks of light shot like lightning from the curtain of rain at the far end of the wasteland.
All ten were tall, straight-backed young men and women, their robes fluttering, an identical, crystal-clear raindrop clan emblem embroidered on each of their chests.
They were the Rain Clan geniuses who had laid the killing formation.
The boy leading them had an unruly face, his brow suffused with lofty arrogance. A Water-Attribute Jade Slip flashing with blue light was embedded in his forehead.
His name was Yu Ze, and he was one of the finest talents of the Rain Clan's generation.
Within the Hundred Broken Mountains, he had never thought much of anyone except pureblood creatures.
In his eyes, this killing formation, which combined the rune power of seven clansmen, was more than enough to grind that "milk brat" and "Black-Skinned Chef" who had caused trouble in the Void God Realm into meat paste.
Yet when he looked up, he saw their prized killing formation instantly crushed by a giant black-and-gold spinning top made of some unknown material.
And the thing was still charging toward them without a care.
"What the hell is that thing? How dare it destroy our Rain Clan's Grand Formation!"
Yu Ze flew into a rage and instinctively stepped forward.
With a cold snort and a turn of his wrist, an ice-crystal longsword formed entirely from ten-thousand-year-old ice appeared out of thin air.
The longsword shuddered, bone-piercing cold flowing along its blade.
The falling rain froze into sharp ice blades the moment it approached the sword.