At that moment, Ji Gang and the others realized their immortal essence was draining at an alarming rate, far faster than when they had been fighting the Thousand Armed Formation. 1

Each cultivator poured out power in desperation. Their fates were tied to Fang Chen's. His victory or defeat was theirs as well. Until the very last moment, not a single drop of energy could be held back.0

Fang Chen himself had already entered an ethereal state. He felt as though he was the Black Dragon Formation, and the Black Dragon Formation was him. The dragon's whiskers, its scales, every detail felt vividly real. Every surge of immortal essence flowed precisely according to his will.0

So it's true, only on the edge of life and death can potential truly awaken, he thought with quiet ...0