First came a sharp sound. It was not the sound of Li Yan driving the red bone to shoot out its crimson spikes. Under his deliberate control, those spikes had flown out without a sound, preventing the enemy from using their piercing whistles to block them precisely.
With that sound, a powerful sense of unease suddenly rose in Li Yan's heart, and his expression changed abruptly. The crimson spikes filling the sky behind him had all been shaken to pieces by that single vibration, reduced directly to a cloud of powder.
This was an attack he had been extremely confident in. Li Yan had tested that piece of red bone many times already. He believed that, driven by his metal-element magical power, it might not be able to penetrate the defensive barrier of an integrated body late stage cultivator.
But faced with so many crimson spikes, his opponent would still have to take them seriously. Besides, this was only a mid-seventh tier Demon Beast. Even with magical power surging over its body, it had not surpassed that level, which meant his assessment of its cultivation had been correct.
But how had my entire attack vanished like smoke in an instant? Although Li Yan had already begun attacking the formation, his divine sense had remained firmly locked onto the Serpent-Shaped Monster.
All his divine sense had detected was a surge of aura over the Serpent-Shaped Monster's body, followed by a brief blur. Its hovering body had not moved at all before returning to normal, yet his attack had been pulverized!
With a clang, the white blade spreading out from the formation struck Li Yan at the waist. He had not retreated, and that momentary daze had allowed it to hit him.
The white blade shattered upon striking him, and its broken