Huo Lian once again took control of the Three Ancient Evil Blades and struck together with those Old Fools. The blood-groove cuts in the riverbed suddenly erupted with dazzling blood-red light.
After the light appeared, the blood in the grooves instantly turned into a blood mist that shrouded the Evil Water Region.
At this moment, everyone knew full well that this was surely a genuine attempt to break the formation. The spectacle was too immense to be fake.
Most of the people on shore had their attention drawn to the changes in the Evil Water Region, apart from a few who were gnashing their teeth over the deaths of friends, family, or fellow disciples.
Under everyone's gaze, Huo Lian flew above the Evil Water Region and hovered directly above all those Old Fools.
"Break!" Huo Lian roared. His aura surged violently, completely dispelling its earlier weakened state and returning to its original strength.
Everyone clearly heard a crack. Then the blood mist shrouding the Evil Water Region abruptly contracted and converged toward the riverbed, as though some force were sucking it in.
When the blood mist vanished completely into the riverbed, everyone present was astonished to find that the wondrous scene they had just been able to see had vanished too. All that remained was the white sand on the riverbed and the grooves carved by the evil blades, though the blood within those grooves was gone.
Wasn't this no different from how it had been at the start? Did this count as breaking the formation?
"Has it been broken?" Demon Phoenix asked.
"It has," Huang Xiao said after carefully sensing it. He was relatively sensitive to formations.
Although Huang Xiao felt that it had been broken, whether these people of the jianghu had been frightened or had grown cautious,