At this moment, looking around, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation had become a mess, with large amounts of land stained red with blood, and hundreds of scales scattered chaotically in different places.
Meanwhile, the massive body of the Ink Jiao lay curled up in a ravine, displaying even more wounds on its body.
Some of these wounds were very deep, with flesh exposed to the air, and crimson blood constantly seeping out, quickly forming a shallow blood pool.
Looking further up, the mouth of the Ink Jiao kept opening to let out cries, seemingly in great pain.
In reality, under this siege, the Ink Jiao had little ability to resist, caught in the constant barrage of Sword Qi, with rare opportunities to counterattack.
Yet even counterattacking couldn't repulse Lin Tianming and Qin Xi's assault, nor could it break through the barrier of the Sword Array.
So, although the past process was just a blink of an eye, for the Ink Jiao it seemed unbearably long.
