Breaking through the Mountain

Fifteen minutes had passed, and the commotion was getting nearer. The sword gleam in the formation got weaker and weaker.

Zuo Shaoqing could not resist gripping the sword handle. The ten feet rock formed by him was the central point of the Mountain Gate Formation, and he could not just abandon his post. At this point, there was nothing more that he could do.

He wondered what Shen Lian would do if he was in this position.

However, he could not have guessed it. He did not have the supernatural powers that Shen Lian had. He was also no equipped with Shen Lian's carefree mentality.

Someone was faster than Zuo Shaoqing. It was a middle-aged Daoist that had black hair. His Daoist bun was undone, and he held a long sword in his hand. He leaped and charged with his sword. There was a loud sound in the air, and a giant prawn head was tossed high up in the air along with its white flesh. It fell down eventually.