Mo Yang fully channeled the Word of Travel, instantly flashing to dodge. Those two battle spears were extraordinary, having been nourished with blood by the God-Slaying Sect for countless years. Their murderous intent was intense, and their power could not be judged by conventional standards; calling them demonic weapons would be no exaggeration. Although Mo Yang was protected by the Emperor-grade Battle Armor, he had no desire to take them on head-on.
Yet at that moment, the large formation was trembling. Streaks of formation patterns were flickering rapidly across the high heavens—the formation was actually contracting. Furthermore, as the formation evolved, Mo Yang clearly felt the surrounding space gradually solidifying.
He urged the Word of Travel to retreat, but met with immense resistance.
Chapter 464