To end the battle quickly, Chen Yang directly channeled sinister power into the Wasted Years Vortex, accelerating the time-abyss circulation of the dark-red formation with maximum efficiency.
"The formation's power is weakening rapidly?"
Within the formation, Yao Santu suddenly sensed the weapons' power diminishing. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the formation itself had weakened.
Though he still did not know the source of this change, he could be certain that it benefited him.
Yao Santu immediately seized the opportunity. With a slap to his storage pouch, he summoned a set of Five Elements spirit treasures. With a full-force strike, he shattered the two weapons pursuing him.
"It can be done!"
Seeing that such attacks worked, Yao Santu decisively poured all his spiritual energy into the spirit treasures. Taking advantage of the formation's weakened enhancement over those weapons, he pressed onward in one burst of momentum and smashed every last weapon to pieces.
Crack... Boom!
At that moment, the formation's time abyss could no longer withstand the divine art's power and shattered on the spot, taking the formation itself down with it.
Yao Santu had thought the crisis would end there. Yet just as his vigilance relaxed, the remaining power of the formation suddenly struck back, condensing into a long spear that stabbed toward him.
The attack came far too suddenly, and its power nearly reached the Core Formation Realm. Before Yao Santu could react at all, he saw the spear arrive before his eyes.
It was the first time he had felt death so close.
That bone-piercing chill and fear that sank deep into his marrow were experiences Yao Santu had never known before.
Whoosh—
Tap tap.
At the moment of peril, a not particularly tall figure suddenly appeared. With only two fingers extended, he firmly locked the spearhead