The Green Robed Taoist is now somewhat manic, with his aura soaring, fierce and full of pressure, the power of the Primordial Magnet Rule covering tens of thousands of kilometers of the Star River.
In front of him, is the Immortal Sect's military formation made up of billions of steel warships, emitting chaotic and heavy suppression, smoothing the endless Star River, even meteorite belts and Netherworld Gang Wind are solidified.
Traces of the Primordial Magnet Rule seep into it, disappearing in an instant.
Clang!
Jiang Ding's Divine Soul sword intent trembles slightly, locking onto the Divine Soul of that being tens of thousands of kilometers away through the Sixth Order combat support system, then calms down.
He seems...a bit too weak.
While merging with the Immortal Sect Army Formation, Jiang Ding had this thought.
"Lockdown successful!"
"Sword Intent Lockdown successful!"
