"Everyone, enter the wind formation!"
One breath later, Han Fenghua opened his eyes and shouted down below. Then he poured every last bit of the thunder arts power he had been storing and brewing toward the ground.
Dongfang Shuci reacted just as swiftly. She immediately came to Yang Xuanqing and Yang Xuanlang's side, waved the Wind-Welcoming Fan, and swept every cultivator below who still clung to life into the wind mass.
Boom!
Another breath later, the cultivators of every faction sheltered within the magical treasure's wind mass, along with the tide-like stream of ghost generals that kept surging forth, were all swallowed by a boundless expanse of white lightning.
Within that lightning, unseen and imperceptible to all, the bodies of every ghost general were instantly pulverized by thunder arts infused with the power of heavenly lightning.
As these wicked yin creatures died in great numbers, the western pillar abruptly surged in height.
Countless fragments of bone piled and compressed within it, finally bracing the western corner of that colossal mountain before the quarter-hour limit ran out.
Yang Xuanzhou, already in a state of severe exhaustion, finally let out a long breath. Once he confirmed that the four support points were stable, he withdrew his dragon form and dharma manifestation.
"That was close... It's finally done..."
Yang Xuanzhou hung his head, his eyes filled with exhaustion, yet a relieved smile rested on his face.
Before opening this hidden treasure, he had already considered every possible circumstance and prepared for the worst.
That was why, the moment he entered the Secret Realm, he had begun integrating the strengths of the various cultivators. He wanted to add as many safeguards as possible and ensure nothing could go wrong.
Judging from the subsequent developments and the result now, his judgment and decisions had been