A-Rank battles were terrifying.
Luo Ji and the figure in the mist exchanged blows relentlessly. Thousands upon thousands of footsteps stirred supernatural power, crushing the grotesque "puppets" that lunged out one after another.
More puppets kept appearing from the shadows.
Covered in blood and moving stiffly, they launched fearless, deadly attacks.
These puppets from the Theater Troupe erupted with the terrifying power of a Great Grandmaster the instant they attacked. If even one landed a hit, Luo Ji would be severely wounded.
Although he could easily destroy them.
His opponent could make countless mistakes, but he could only make one!
That was what made the powerful figure behind the puppets so terrifying.
The blood mist of the Five-Soul Baleful Chaos Formation stopped expanding.
Jiang Yi led a group of Netherworld Messengers in killing the ghosts one by one.
Deeper in the mist, Dao Xuan stood above a forest, holding a Brass Compass. As he adjusted it, the ground rumbled, vegetation and rocks shifted positions, and even the terrain changed.
A thousand meters ahead of him stood an aged figure, a formation diagram hovering before him as he continuously traced lines with a Formation Brush.
Every random blade of grass between them radiated unimaginable sharpness. A single tree had the weight and solidity of a divine weapon, and terrifying fissures split the earth...
No one dared step into this contest of formations.
Even a Grandmaster who entered would probably be crushed into pulp in an instant.
The battle between the Dredging Sect's leader and Yamamoto Xingxiong was even more astonishing.
With every movement of the two top-tier Great Grandmasters, half a mountain was leveled.
A streak of sword intent shot out, slicing the mist in two. Even the Great Grandmasters on the other battlefields scrambled to avoid it.