Bloody Massacre

After dealing with the fifty foreign cultivators who completed the ritual, Feng Fan scanned the battlefield. Only ten enemies remained, but his companions were struggling—drained of energy and weakened by the formation.

The only exception was Dong Tao. His book floated beneath him, creating a shimmering barrier that protected him from the formation's draining force.

"Brother Dong, help me finish them!" Feng Fan shouted.

Dong Tao nodded, his eyes sharp and cold. Even without Feng Fan's words, he had no intention of doing anything else.

Realizing that keeping the Suppression Relic at its enormous size would waste spiritual qi, Feng Fan reduced it to a more manageable form and gripped it firmly in his right hand. With fewer enemies to deal with, there was no need to wield it as a massive battering ram.