"Up in the sky!" Wen Tianren looked up at the heavens and cried out in astonishment.
Like everyone else, Lu Shang had lost all his spiritual power and was rapidly falling toward the sea.
Lu Shang had suspected this might happen, but he had stayed because of Zi Ling and Yuan Yao.
Of course, Lu Shang had some confidence in his chances. After all, he had learned a little martial arts in his earlier years.
But Lu Shang had still overlooked one thing: after entering, he could not control where he landed. It was random.
At this rate, even if Zi Ling could cope, Wen Siyue might not.
Without her spiritual power, Wen Siyue was practically weaker than an ordinary person.
At that thought, Lu Shang could not help feeling some regret. He should have sent Wen Siyue to the formation ahead of time and had her return to the Heavenly South through it, then followed a few months later. Or she could have waited at the formation until he came to pick her up.
The instant Lu Shang was sucked inside, he felt something appear in his hand. Through the blur, he saw that it was actually his Silver Frost Dragon Halberd.
Seemingly in the space of a single instant, Lu Shang landed safely, a silver halberd gripped in his right hand.
"What is going on?"
The Silver Frost Dragon Halberd still radiated a biting chill. If Lu Shang had not been completely unable to sense any spiritual power, he would have thought it still possessed some.
Just then, silver light flashed. A moment later, before Lu Shang knew what had happened, he was clad in silver-white armor.
Calling it armor was not quite right. It was more like a mutation.
Lu Shang's five fingers had turned into slender