Elder Meng had unleashed a golden melon hammer. Compared to his burly frame, this hammer appeared exceedingly "slender."
Its handle was roughly half an arm's length, while its melon-shaped head was only the size of an adult's fist.
After the golden melon hammer flew out, it drew a straight ripple through the air, accompanied by a shrill, strange howl that pierced directly into one's mind. Its might was truly astonishing.
When Elder Meng saw Elder Mu, covered in blood, falling downward, Elder Jin was also struck in the left side of his chest by the shaft of his own giant fork during the enemy's counterattack. The situation had become exceedingly dire.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Under such circumstances, Elder Meng had no time to worry whether Elder Mu was dead or alive, nor did he have any chance to check whether his Nascent Soul had escaped.
All he could think of was relieving Elder Jin's peril. Even if he could not injure the Grey Mask, such a thunderous attack would certainly divide the enemy's attention.
At this moment, Elder Meng was no different from Elder Jin earlier. The shift in the situation within the formation had happened in no more than a flash of lightning and a spark from flint, and Elder Meng had not realized just how powerful the Grey Mask was.
He only wanted to kill the other party. This alone showed how swift Li Yan's attacks were, leaving the three of them with nothing but instinctive reactions in their haste.
Just as the golden melon hammer had flown out, Elder Meng had intended to try descending again, but his eyes suddenly widened once more.
Because another abrupt change occurred in an instant. The Grey Mask's body blurred, and he evaded Elder