The revolving wheel formation persisted.Dozens of martial artists circled Jeong Yeon-shin, forming a large, unbroken ring around him, constantly in motion.


    Their goal was to block the Ma Gwang-ik Lord’s Mancheon Hwawu and restrict his freedom of movement.


    By dividing into front and rear lines, only eight fighters at a time closed in, attacking him from all directions. It was a true eightfold assault. Sear?h the N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    The Suwang Sect Lord’s Fist Palm Art, designed for overwhelming force, played a key role in these powerful attacks.


    Although some external factions aligned with the righteous sects appeared to contribute to the assault, they were ultimately insignificant in affecting the battle''s outcome.


    Boom! Crash!


    Every time Hwan-gang in Jeong’s left hand swept through the air, an explosion of white snow erupted like a storm.


    With each blow, two or three warriors were reduced to shreds, their weapons shattered alongside their bodies. The snow beneath turned red, steaming with the heat of fresh blood.


    Despite the constant rotation of the formation, only Mancheon Hwawu was being suppressed.


    Nearby boulders exploded into rubble, and ancient trees with thick trunks were splintered into fragments, breaking apart like severed limbs.


    The elite masters of the Thirteen Heavens, who exuded an inhuman killing intent, began to show signs of hesitation and dread.


    Hwan-gang’s relentless strikes had proven far beyond their expectations.


    They seemed relieved that it wasn’t a technique that could be unleashed without pause, as the counterforce after each strike created a brief gap between attacks.


    Jeong Yeon-shin’s upper body, wrapped in bandages beneath his long robe, bled freely.


    The revolving wheel formation had been designed from the start to deal with someone of Jeong’s caliber. The Thirteen Heavens had united three of their top sects, pooling dozens of warriors.


    Even the Suwang Sect Lord, the strongest among the subordinate factions, was present. If Jeong Yeon-shin could handle this without faltering, it would only confirm his status as the Ipwang Divine Spear and the Sword Corps Captain.


    This was a far cry from the realm of one-on-one life-and-death battles.


    Crash! Slash!


    As Hwan-gang unleashed another blast, a spear strike grazed Jeong’s back from behind.


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