Lu Yun had withdrawn the Thousand Obliteration Formation of the Six Royals and stood within the curtain of light from the mountain, peering up at it from the ground.

It wasn’t at full size since it was only five hundred thousand kilometers tall and shrinking from the constant barrage of attacks. An increasing collection of cracks snaked through it and widened until they covered the entire treasure.

The little fox and Dusksnow Morningstar were ashen; a firmly resolute Meteorite King brandished Quiet.

“Do you need me to do something?” Hua Fengwen came up to Lu Yun. “The Beast King is a fatter ant and I have no hope of winning against him, not to mention this is his home…”

“I’m fine.” Lu Yun shook his head. “Do you think I’ve gone overboard with my actions today in destroying the Colosseum?”

“Overboard?”...