Xin Bairen slashed his dark-red Formation Flag through the air.
The Demon Lotus military formation moved with the flag, instantly changing direction and splitting into more than a dozen blood-colored torrents that slammed into the great bell-shaped formation of Buddha Light from every direction!
But this time-
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The various spells condensed by the battle formation struck the adamantine barrier of Buddha Light, yet only burst into rings of ripples.
Though scattered Buddhist cultivators fell, suffering some casualties, the foundation of the great formation remained immovable.
Instead, from within the Buddhist formation, a phantom Demon-Subduing Pestle occasionally tore down through the air, or a ring of demon-quelling golden light swept outward;
like venomous snakes striking from the shadows, each attack tore open a corner of the Demon Lotus military formation, claiming several or a dozen cultivators' lives in an instant!
"Wuxin certainly hid in his shell fast. I should have slaughtered him when we left Qiongzhou back then. Now he's become a scourge!" Xin Bairen's eyes were icy, their cold gleam like blades.
He saw it clearly: Wuxin had no intention of launching a forceful attack. He sought no merit, only to avoid mistakes, intending to hold his ground and stall-plainly planning to drag this out until the two in the sky decided their battle.
And without the augmentation of fortune power and the power of battle formation, Ye Wushang's apparent combat strength fell short of Wuchen's.
Xin Bairen was so furious he could have vomited blood. The advantages he had schemed and schemed to obtain had simply been abandoned by Ye Wushang. That son of a bitch! He's infuriating me to death!
"Fine, then. If you want to stall, I'll gamble our lives!"
He suddenly bared his teeth in a sinister, vicious grin.
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