The Spirit Abyss Xuanwu stood unmoving, Yin-Yang qi circulating slowly within its body. At a mere thought, those currents suddenly spun faster, gradually taking shape outside its body and forming an indestructible Yin-Yang Mystic Shield.
The shield resembled a Taiji diagram, half black and half white, radiating a mysterious luster of unfathomable profundity.
When Chen Mu's sword qi touched the shield, it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, silently dissolved.
Likewise, no matter how fierce Chen Feng's sword qi storm was, striking the Yin-Yang Mystic Shield was like crashing into copper walls and iron ramparts. It could not advance an inch.
Nearby, atop a large stone platform, Chen Xiaojun stared intently at the Spirit Abyss Xuanwu before him and could not help marveling. "This Spirit Abyss Xuanwu really lives up to its reputation as a super soul beast."
"Although it only has Thirty-Thousand-Year cultivation, the high True King tier combat strength it's displaying comes close to the ancient King realm."
A flicker of envy crossed Chen Xiaojun's eyes as he sighed. "With this sword formation's support, everyone's strength has leaped across an entire major stage."
"Second Brother is level 52 now. With the sword formation's support, his strength rivals a Soul Emperor's, yet even his surging sword momentum can only force that Xuanwu back a few steps."
"Seventh Brother and Eighth Brother joined forces to unleash the Twin Swords of Light and Darkness, multiplying their power, but this Xuanwu still suppressed them with ease."
"Fourth and Fifth's attacks are approaching the Soul King level, but against this Spirit Abyss Xuanwu's defenses, they're practically just scratching an itch for it."
Chen Cong nodded and said gravely, "Their seven-person sword formation still falls short of a complete nine-person formation. It always feels as though their strength can't quite keep