Boom!
Wei Ying's entire body surged with Sword Intent, and the soft sword in her hand was like a banner, or perhaps a brilliant light, extremely sharp, capable of cutting through mountains and rivers.
The dragon-like Sword Radiance struck the Heavenly Locking Earth Sacred Formation, and in an instant, the Formation Patterns vibrated and flickered continuously, yet this sword was like striking a thick iron wall, unable to shake it at all.
"Damn it, why is this Holy Formation so solid!"
Wei Ying panted heavily, beads of sweat trickled down her smooth forehead. She had slashed hundreds of times, yet still hadn't broken the Heavenly Locking Earth Sacred Formation, not even leaving a single crack.
This was somewhat despairing, but Wei Ying gritted her silver teeth, ready to strike again. She had no other choice; only breaking the formation could lead them away from inevitable death.
