COUGH! COUGH!
Xuan Song's face was drained of color as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his footsteps becoming unsteady. The Holy Might of the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda and the aura of the Bagua Furnace had dealt him a devastating blow. He stared at Su Han, his eyes filled with shock.
He had never imagined that Su Han would set up a Great Formation here, let alone one that used the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda as its core.
That was a treasure belonging to the Saint Heir. Even if it fell into another's hands, it should have been impossible to control. How could Su Han, with his level of strength, possibly command a Holy Artifact?
This… this was simply inconceivable!
Xuan Song was in disbelief, but the reality unfolding before his eyes was undeniable. Worse still, he was now being suppressed by both the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda and the Bagua Furnace. Not only had he suffered internal injuries, but his strength was also being severely constrained.
