A meeting was being held in Prime Minister Anyang's residence, and the discussion on colonial trade was drawing to a close. Yan Ze'an looked unhappy, but he still attended the meeting seriously. This was war time, and as Prime Minister, Yan Ze'an had to take responsibility.
At the Temple of Heaven, Ling Zhifeng pointed at the mountains and rivers, and every time his finger fell, mountains collapsed and earth veins were cut tens of thousands of miles away.
In the Jiuyou formation, Su Zhongge, who had just taken over as the commander, roared and commanded the army to form a Ten Thousand Swords formation, frantically attacking Fang Zhengying. At this time, he did not seek merit but only to avoid mistakes, which was to buy time.
The Ten Thousand Swords Formation was very powerful. The sword dragons formed by sword light pierced through the clouds and broke through the ground. The mountains were crushed wherever they passed, but they could not do anything to Fang Zhengying. Moreover, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation consumed a lot of energy. After two attacks, the masters of the Mahayana period felt exhausted. If it weren't for the sufficient resources in everyone's storage rings, I'm afraid they would have fallen down.
But this is not a long-term solution after all.
Su Zhongge was gambling, betting that the rescue speed of the Shang Kingdom would be fast, and he could hold on until the rescue arrived. In other words, this was a gamble he had to make, at least to prevent Fang Zhengying from growing smoothly.
The sword dragon, composed entirely of sword light, crashed into Fang Zhengying, but could hardly cause any damage. The gap was too big. Although the Ten Thousand Swords Formation could gather the power of tens of thousands of people and kill enemies above their level, the overall cultivation level of the elites of the Shang Kingdom was around the Huaguizhen stage, and only a few special elites could reach the Mahayana stage; very few elites could reach the Earthly Immortal stage or above.
Such military force is certainly terrifying, but Fang Zhengying is a Golden Immortal after all; the gap is too big, even if the Ten Thousand Swords Formation is powerful, it is powerless.
Moreover, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation is just a mortal formation, not an immortal formation, and in fact it can no longer keep up with the needs of the Shang State's development.
One after another, the stegosaurus rushed towards Fang Zhengying, but to Fang Zhengying, they were probably just like an alternative high-pressure water gun, which was a bit annoying but could not cause any harm.
Fang Zhengying roared, Shang Guo was destroying the formation, and at a very fast speed. The formation required integrity, and with a little damage, the formation could keep running, but once the damage was a little bigger, the formation would collapse instantly. Now, Fang Zhengying knew very well that he didn't have much time left.
However, the newly appointed Su Zhongge was also crazy enough. Ten thousand sword formations were launched one after another. The remaining 600,000 elite soldiers of Shang State were divided into three waves, forming a total of 60 large formations. There were 20 sword dragons hovering in the sky at all times. However, the consumption was too great. Each large formation could only launch two waves of attacks before having to rest. Moreover, a sword dragon could only last about three minutes.
After just two turns, everyone looked exhausted. True essence can be replenished with elixir and liquid spiritual energy, but the consumed spirit needs rest.
Su Zhongge's expression gradually became ugly. The fluctuations of the Nine Nether Formation in the sky became more and more serious, and the purple-black thunder gradually became sparse.
"It's the final moment!" Su Zhongge roared, "Grit your teeth, work harder, and give it another shot!"
As if responding to Su Zhongge's slogan, there was a crisp sound, and the Nine Nether Formation above his head completely cracked. Cracks appeared above the formation. The next moment, the entire Nine Nether Formation was like a fragile layer of ice, shattered in an instant, and the bits of spiritual light dissipated from heaven and earth.