Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 823: Situation Deteriorates, Mo Mei Escalates!
Although it seemed perilous, relying on the mobility of the "Seven-Star Divine Fire Formation," everyone was not in any life-threatening danger.
On the contrary, they could effectively defend and intercept a considerable portion of the attacks.
The grand formation itself was of fourth-tier high quality.
The ten true lords from the Mystic Ice Palace directed their remaining attacks at the fiery red shield, indeed causing waves of turmoil.
However, unless sustained over a long period, it was challenging to shake the foundation of the formation.
“Boom!”
As time passed, the duel of magic between the true lords entered a white-hot phase.
The terrifying waves of power surged continuously, with booming sounds rising and falling from the sky.
Outside the formation, the low-level cultivators from the Mystic Ice Palace kept their distance from the battlefield where the true lords clashed.
Only golden core masters could slip through the gaps in the battlefield to continue attacking the formation with their magical artifacts.
Cultivators below the golden core level could only watch from afar or use special magical artifacts to attack together.
In the blink of an eye, a whole day and night had passed.
Compared to the cultivators below the yuan ying realm, the magical power of the true lords was indeed more robust; however, due to their faster reaction times, they had engaged more frequently in combat within the same timeframe.
The intensity of the duel far exceeded what the low-level cultivators on both sides had imagined.
Thus, the magical power naturally consumed rapidly, and high-intensity clashes could not continue indefinitely.
Of course, with the heavy magical power of the true lords, if the duel were of low intensity, they could go on fighting for ten days or half a month without issue.
In the meantime, the magical power had decreased to a certain extent, and both sides of true lords had already taken a break once.
The low-level cultivators from the Mystic Ice Palace took advantage of the true lords' ceasefire to launch a fierce attack on the "Seven-Star Divine Fire Formation."
Although the number and strength of the cultivators were overwhelmingly in favor of the Mystic Ice Palace at the qi refinement, under the intercepting efforts from the Dan Ding Sect, the effect was quite ordinary and could not shake the foundation of the grand formation.
A dignified fourth-tier high-quality formation could hardly be moved by tens of thousands of low-level cultivators in a short time.
“Boom!!!”
A pitch-black ice ball, with a diameter of a hundred feet and exuding a chilling cold, collided with a similarly sized green fireball.
In the next moment, the two met in mid-air, and a brilliant spiritual light suddenly burst forth.
Simply based on their qi refinement strength, even if Liu Yu cast the "Qingyang Nebula," he was still insufficient to withstand Nangong Yue head-on.
Therefore, after a brief stalemate, the green fireball suddenly exploded, transforming into countless tiny flames that shot in all directions.
After breaking the green fireball, the black ice ball's power was significantly reduced, yet it still sped towards its target.
“With less than forty percent magical power, it’s unwise to continue intercepting; it’s time to retreat into the formation to recover.”
Glimpsing the aggressively shooting black ice ball, Liu Yu thought this.
In the next moment, he displayed the prearranged gesture.
Upon receiving the signal, Mo Mei immediately responded, executing a strange spell gesture on the Formation Disk.
Surrounding Liu Yu, a force of mobility appeared immediately.
Under the coverage of the fourth-tier high-quality grand formation, the surrounding space warped slightly.
Not resisting this force of mobility, both he and his vast nebula body disappeared from their original spot just before the black ice ball arrived.
When they reappeared, they were already at the peak of the mountain inside the formation.