The foundation of mutual trust and the willingness to entrust one's life — that was the true key to forming a combined formation. Human powerhouses had never lacked these qualities, something the Mo Race fighters could never match.
Moreover, since Lei Ying was in his demon beast form, even though six of them were forming the formation, Yang Kai — as the formation's eye — really only needed to coordinate the power of Ouyang Lie and three other Eighth Grade cultivators. The demon beast side didn't require his attention. Under these circumstances, it was equivalent to forming a Six Harmonies Formation at the difficulty of a Five Elements Formation. So even though they had never cooperated before, the moment Ouyang Lie and the others appeared and Yang Kai's aura merged with theirs, shifting the formation's eye, the formation took shape in a mere instant — as if tempered through countless rounds of refinement.
Sensing the overwhelming might of the formation, Meng Que immediately realized he was in serious trouble.
The thought had barely flashed through his mind when ripples spread through the void. A sudden sense of alarm surged in his heart as a semi-transparent spear materialized from seemingly nowhere, thrusting straight at his face.
This single strike combined the power of Yang Kai, four human Eighth Grade cultivators, and one Great Emperor of the demon beast race. The sheer force of the spear nearly tore apart the void of this Furnace World, sweeping clean the disordered, chaotic Dao marks that permeated the space.
This single strike was shrouded in the profound essence of the Grand Daos of Time and Space, as though it had been thrust from some point in the past toward a moment in the future.
This single strike was beyond the reckoning of gods and ghosts, its transformations endless.
Meng Que's face drained of color. He hurriedly gathered his power to block, condensing dense Mo Force into a barrier. But the spear pierced through every obstacle without the slightest resistance, spraying a burst of Mo Blood into the air.
Meng Que retreated, gritting his teeth as he pulled back at full speed!
Yang Kai pursued like a shadow, his spear splitting into a sky full of afterimages — sometimes swift, sometimes slow — the profound intent of the Grand Dao of Time and Space alternating between states, manifesting endless mysteries.
The four Eighth Grade cultivators and Lei Ying, linked to him through the formation, followed closely, emptying their minds and funneling all of their power through the formation for Yang Kai to command.
The battlefield's tide turned in an instant. Yang Kai, who moments ago had been pressed so hard he could barely breathe, now seized the initiative and gained total dominance, suppressing Meng Que so thoroughly that the latter barely had room to fight back.
In terms of raw power alone, Yang Kai and his allies within the formation should have been roughly equal to Meng Que. However, the power of the Grand Dao of Time and Space that Yang Kai wielded was extraordinarily profound. Borrowing Ouyang Lie and the others' strength to express his own Dao's depth, every strike Yang Kai launched at this moment was impossible to predict.
Others might not perceive it clearly enough, but Meng Que, who was locked in direct combat with Yang Kai, felt it with perfect clarity.
Many times, when an attack came, Meng Que was confident he could block it — and by all rights should have blocked it — yet the outcome always left him shocked and bewildered.
Each strike, with its clear and defined trajectory, would suddenly become unfathomable at some instant, causing him to make faulty judgments and putting him at a defensive disadvantage.
It was as if Yang Kai's attacks were not targeting him in the present, but rather some version of him in the past or the future...
This made Meng Que feel extraordinarily uncomfortable. With the formation's support, both Yang Kai's imposing aura and the power he displayed were no longer inferior to his own. Just based on that alone, their clash would likely have ended in a stalemate, with neither able to overpower the other.
But the techniques this fellow displayed were too bizarre...
What baffled Meng Que even more was how Yang Kai could withstand the strain.
Meng Que himself had practiced the Four Symbols Formation with other Domain Lords and understood the difficulty of forming such arrays. It required not just cooperation and trust from others, but tremendous endurance from the person hosting the formation's eye.
Because the person hosting the formation's eye was essentially channeling everyone else's power into their own body. If too much power was funneled in, the host themselves would be unable to bear it.
Yang Kai had already been battered and bloodied by him earlier. Now, forming a Six Harmonies Formation meant converging the power of five others onto himself — this immense pressure would have been enough to crush any Eighth Grade cultivator, yet he acted as if nothing were wrong at all.
Meng Que suddenly recalled that this fellow didn't appear to be human — he was of the Dragon Race...
The Dragon Race naturally had thick skin and tough flesh, with formidable physical bodies. It was perhaps understandable that he could endure such pressure.
After cycling through these thoughts, Meng Que burned with fury. He had been only a step away from success, only to fall short at the very last moment — this was almost impossible for him to accept.
Slaying Yang Kai, seizing the Open Heaven Pill — either achievement alone would be a monumental contribution. Why should he forever be trampled under that guy Mo Nayeh's foot?
Was it because Mo Nayeh had a bit more brains?
Was it because Mo Nayeh had become a Pseudo King Lord before him?
Rage surged, Mo Force roiled, and the might of heaven and earth shook. Wherever their battle extended, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void of the Furnace World, though they quickly mended themselves.
A Pseudo King Lord level powerhouse fighting with reckless abandon was truly not to be underestimated. Powerful divine abilities and secret techniques were unleashed by Meng Que one after another, the Mo Force spilling outward threatening to cloud the entire void.
It wasn't that Meng Que wanted to fight this desperately — he simply had no other choice. Yang Kai had formed a combined formation with these other powerhouses and would never let him leave easily. So no matter what, they were going to have to fight this out.
Meng Que had initially been stunned by Yang Kai's sudden burst of power, but now that he had steadied his footing, the situation at least hadn't gotten any worse.