A massive, golden-red bolt of lightning, as thick as a man's waist, struck down from above the old man's head.
This destructive power made Nian Qingfeng, who was far away, feel a little uneasy.
"My goodness..." Nian Qingfeng, controlling his clone, glanced back and muttered in shock, "So that array plate was this powerful?"
It's almost as powerful as a single sword strike from his true form.
While Yin Zique was dealing with the talisman, Jiang Wuyuan manipulated the array plate with both hands and summoned the thundercloud.
However, the feeling of having a huge amount of vital energy constantly being drawn out of the body was really not pleasant, and even the frantic operation of the Qiankun Technique could not keep up with the rate at which the magic array consumed energy.
After all, it was a life-saving item given to him by Senior Feng Zhang, so it was naturally not as simple as a formation drawn by Jiang Wuyuan on his own.
For a moment, the golden-red array patterns flickered on and off.
Clearly, Jiang Wuyuan's internal energy and blood were also nearing their limit.
Seeing the smoke and dust swirling within the formation, he couldn't really tell whether the Grand Elder had been struck by lightning or not.
Pei Feng, however, seized the opportunity to flick the silk thread in his hand at Jiang Wuyuan.
Under the cover of night, the fine silver threads were clearly visible, gleaming with a chilling light.
Jiang Wuyuan suddenly narrowed his eyes, ignoring the dull pain in his brain, and summoned several flying swords to surround himself using only his mental power.
Sword Shadow!
Sword Control Technique!
His body was almost depleted of vital energy, and the world-destroying lightning within the formation continued to strike down from time to time.
The flying sword obeyed his will, transforming into countless sword shadows that swiftly slashed towards the direction from which the silk threads were coming.
Ding ding ding ding!
For a time, the sounds of hard metal objects colliding were incessant.
One sword shadow shattered, but many more sword shadows appeared to fill the gap, ultimately blocking Pei Feng's sneak attack.
At this moment, Jiang Wuyuan removed the array plate and immediately took out a bottle of stamina potion and poured it into his mouth.
He had consumed too much of his vital energy and mental strength, to the point that his face had turned somewhat pale.
After drinking this life-saving medicine, I finally felt some relief from the depleted meridians in my body.
The array plate, which was originally intact, has developed many cracks on its ancient patterns after being used.
"Elder!"
Upon seeing the formation disappear, Pei Feng immediately stepped forward.
Jiang Wuyuan also held the Devouring Star in his hand, ready for battle, while also clutching another life-saving item given to him by Sheng Wanshi.
After the dust settled, Yin Zique's figure finally came into view.
His body was so faintly visible that it was almost impossible to see clearly.
Because it's a projection, it won't cause physical damage, but judging from its appearance, it's clear that it doesn't have much power left on its body.
Yin Zique took a hard breath, his gaze turning venomous as he looked at the young man standing opposite him with his sword, finally settling on his tightly clenched left hand.
There, he felt his life was threatened.
Yin Zique sighed helplessly, "Holy Son, return immediately. I will use this projection to buy you some time."
Pei Feng's pupils twitched, and he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
However, he did not refute Yin Zique's words.
"Yes, I understand."
This round.
He was still half a move behind.
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