The instant the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation took shape, heaven and earth fell silent for ten thousand miles.
Turbid waves surged into the sky.
Yellow mist blotted out the sun.
Within the formation, the power was enough to strip immortals of the three flowers above their heads. Outside it, karma shuddered, and even from the direction of Kunlun, a faint thread of icy dao resonance arose.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in Bixiao's palm rang out sharply.
Her eyes were still red, and she could no longer suppress her killing intent.
"Brother!"
"Take command of the array core. My two sisters and I will charge in for you!"
"Today, we'll first shear off Guangchengzi's three flowers, then sever that old thief Randeng's Dao body!"
The Dragon Binding Rope around Qiongxiao's wrist tightened coil by coil, her voice cold as frost.
"Randeng, Taiyi, Chijingzi-whoever owes you a debt will enter the formation to repay it."
Yunxiao said nothing.
She held the Primordial Golden Dou in her palm, the turbid waves of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation spreading behind her in layer upon layer.
Her silence was her answer.
Zhao Gongming looked at his three younger sisters, a faint warmth rising in his chest.
They wanted to collect his debts for him.
He understood that better than anyone.
Black Tiger had died a terrible death.
The Sea-Calming Divine Pearls had been seized.
Randeng had forced him to burn his own essence, and his true spirit had nearly scattered.
In the past, he would already have stepped into the array core and joined the Three Xiao in slaughtering their way through the Chan Sect.
But now, he saw more than Randeng's life alone.
He saw the death net of the Investiture of the Gods tightening above the heads of the Interception Sect's ten