The sword bone suddenly shivered in fright.
What careless mistake!
Without thinking, it had blurted out those arrogant words.
It quickly wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from its forehead and chuckled awkwardly:
"Your Formation is truly unfathomable, breaking it was just pure luck, just luck..."
Mo Hua had already stopped paying attention to it, frowning and pondering to himself.
The sword bone silently breathed a sigh of relief, while inwardly grumbling:
"You let me break the Formation, but when it's really broken, you're unhappy."
This little ancestor is so unpredictable, truly hard to serve.
Then it thought again:
"However, the Formation just now seemed strong, the power of Divine Thought was terrifyingly concentrated, almost unlike a human's Divine Sense, but overly rigid structures tend to break, overly strong ones don't last long, like an unyielding stone barrage, seemingly solid, but water drops wear away the stone, eroding bit by bit, it will inevitably collapse..."
