Dismantling the formations one by one to save people was simply too inefficient.
As the saying went, shoot the man before the horse, seize the bandits before their king.
To truly resolve the disaster within the Divine Weapon Secret Realm, they had to strike at its root—find this Mad God first, stop the rampage of evil power, and give the cultivators of every side the strength to fight back.
"Found him!"
After passing through countless bewildering formations, Chen Yang sensed intense fluctuations of evil power atop a mountain peak.
When he arrived, he saw eight Spiritual Connection cultivators trapped within a formation at the summit.
They were battling more than a dozen flying sword divine weapons. Several of them had blood staining their robes; clearly, these seemingly nimble flying swords were anything but easy to handle.
Among the eight Spiritual Connection cultivators, Chen Yang spotted a familiar figure: the Tiger Chasing Cultivator, Lu Changfeng.
Among the Spiritual Connection cultivators fighting the flying swords, he alone held off six swords without falling behind. In stark contrast to the others, who struggled even against two or three flying swords, he stood out like a crane among chickens.
As an artifact refiner, Lu Changfeng's attainments and skill in the Artifact Path were certainly not outstanding among these people. Calling him average would have been somewhat generous.
But when it came to spell battles and fighting, the Imperial Spirit Hall Master—one of Tiger Chasing's founding fathers—was enough to crush anyone present.
The other cultivators had also made him their central pillar, arranging all their tactics around him.
The source of the evil power Chen Yang had sensed was hidden within the dense clouds above the Apex of the Firmament.
"Armor."
Chen Yang activated the defense of his black armor, then shot upward, charging straight