Jiang Chen was no pushover, and the Shura Great Emperor was clearly not the type to accept his fate meekly.
After the Gold-Fanged Demons harassed him for a while, the Shura Great Emperor finally grasped Jiang Chen's strategic intent. In his frenzy, he actually ignored the demons entirely and began launching a savage assault on the Eight Desolations Rock Formation.
He had fully figured out Jiang Chen's plan by now — the kid was doing everything he could to stall for time, to hold the draw.
A draw, for Peacock Sacred Mountain, was a victory.
For his Shura Dojo, it meant that all his efforts over the years had been for nothing.
The Shura Great Emperor would absolutely not accept a draw.
So he had to attack. He had to break this formation.
Roars tore from his throat one after another. His dharma body, now in a berserk state, had clearly raised its offensive power by another tier. His blood-soaked demon blade, like a demon god wielding dominion over life and death, slashed madly toward the formation.
He knew that if he could cut through this layer of defense, his opponent would be at his mercy.
"I will break this damned formation! I will cut that brat down! I, the Shura Great Emperor, will become the master of Glazed King City! Anyone who stands in my way gets bisected — kill, kill, kill!"
The Shura Great Emperor was blood-mad with fury.
But while he was fighting for his life, Jiang Chen was fighting just as hard.
The Shura Great Emperor was boosting his offensive power through his berserk body transformation. Jiang Chen, for his part, was unhesitatingly overdrawing his own strength, pouring everything he had into extracting energy from the Earth Vault Origin Pearl to reinforce the Eight Desolations Rock Formation and strengthen the defensive power of the eight stone sculptures.
As a result, the offensive and defensive capabilities of both sides continued to climb, and the balance of the battle remained unbroken.
"How is this possible?" The Shura Great Emperor truly felt like vomiting blood. He never could have imagined that as he continuously raised his power, the opponent's defenses would rise in tandem.
If this continued, how could he possibly win this fight?
"Does this brat really have no limits?" The Shura Great Emperor refused to believe it. Gritting his teeth, he swept his blade forward with even greater ferocity.
One slash came faster than the next, one more devastating than the last, raining down relentlessly on the eight stone sculptures.
He knew that if he could destroy even a single sculpture, a gap would open in the outermost ring of the formation. And once a gap appeared, he could exploit it — perhaps even shatter the entire formation in one stroke and cut his way to that brat's throat.
A formation was an integrated whole. Breach one part, and you often opened the entire thing.
In this situation, the Shura Great Emperor understood clearly: carve open a fissure, let his blade's force pass through the formation and strike the opponent directly.
With the cultivation level of that young martial artist, there was no way he could dodge.
The only card his opponent had played from start to finish was this miraculous formation. Without the formation's protection, the kid was absolutely nothing!
But knowing it was one thing — achieving it was another matter entirely. No matter how ferocious his attacks, the regenerative ability of those eight stone sculptures far exceeded anything he had ever known.
Earlier, a single slash of his blade could still leave a deep gouge. Now, he found that the marks his blade left were growing shallower and shallower.
In other words, the defensive power of those eight stone sculptures had mysteriously increased?
"What in the world is going on?" This bizarre situation was something even the Shura Great Emperor couldn't fathom. If the sculptures simply had an unusual composition and extraordinary defenses, that would be one thing.
But these eight stone sculptures were clearly inanimate objects — how could their defensive power inexplicably increase on their own? Were the sculptures... alive?
The Shura Great Emperor could not bear to think further. He felt that if he kept going down that road of reasoning, he might lose his mind outright.
Continuing this kind of fruitless attack was not a solution.
His mind raced at breakneck speed.
Time had already passed the halfway mark. Both sides had only about one hour left. One hour was not a short time.
But in a battle like this, with both sides burning through their reserves, even if the Shura Great Emperor were made of iron, his fighting spirit would inevitably wane.
After all, sustaining two hours of high-intensity assault would exhaust even the hardest body. Most importantly, this blind flailing that couldn't find a vital point was nothing but wasted effort.
Even for a Great Emperor, power was not inexhaustible. Anyone would tire. Even a stronger powerhouse could not draw on infinite reserves.
Yet, when the Shura Great Emperor looked across at his opponent, a frustrated illusion crept into his mind: "I've been attacking for so long that I'm starting to tire. Is that brat not tired at all? That kind of defensive effort must consume far more spiritual sense and mental energy than what I'm expending. Is he made of iron?"
Doubts churned in the Shura Great Emperor's head.
Under normal circumstances, sustaining that level of defensive intensity should have been an enormous drain on one's mental and spiritual resources.
So why did that kid seem like he wasn't tired in the slightest?