Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 306 Breaking the Formation 2

Lin Daoqing frowned, his eyes fixed on Shen Yun's every move, thinking to himself: "If Brother Shen can't break the formation, then we will be trapped here..." As soon as this thought came up, his heart sank. But he quickly shook his head, trying to dispel this negative thought. "No, Brother Shen will definitely find a way to break the formation, I have to believe in him." He encouraged himself in his heart.

The others also looked worried, and some couldn't help but whisper, "Will Master Shen succeed?" Their voices were trembling and fearful. "I hope he can find a way. We are counting on him." Another person responded, his tone full of expectation and prayer.

Time passed by, and every second seemed particularly long. Everyone felt heavier, as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe. However, they did not dare to disturb Shen Yun, and could only hope silently for a miracle to happen.

A young disciple bit his lips tightly and clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force. Another older disciple closed his eyes and muttered something, as if praying for God's blessing.

The atmosphere became increasingly depressing, and everyone was suffering in this suffocating wait, but their eyes never left Shen Yun, who was their only hope.

Just as everyone was getting more and more anxious, Shen Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, just like a person who had been groping in the dark for a long time and finally saw the light. He walked quickly to a corner of the formation, his steps were hurried but steady. When he squatted down, his movements were swift and neat, and he gently stroked an almost imperceptible fine line on the ground with his hand. The fine line was extremely fine, and it would be easily overlooked if you didn't observe carefully.

Shen Yun released his divine consciousness, which was like an invisible thread, traveling along the veins of this fine line. He could feel a strange power contained in this fine line, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, like a stream flowing with mysterious energy.

Wherever his divine thoughts went, Shen Yun seemed to be in an illusory world, surrounded by chaotic light and complex patterns. He carefully controlled his divine thoughts, not daring to be careless, for fear of getting lost in this strange vein.

"So that's it!" Shen Yun shouted excitedly. His voice was full of excitement and joy, as if he was an explorer who had finally found the treasure after going through untold hardships. This shout lifted the spirits of the people who were originally in deep worry, and they gathered around like a tide.

Lin Ruyi asked anxiously, "Brother Yun, have you found a way to break the formation?" Her voice trembled slightly because of nervousness, and her eyes were full of expectation and eagerness. At this moment, she unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands, and leaned forward slightly, as if this would help her get a positive answer from Shen Yun faster.

Shen Yun stood up, brushed off the dust on his knees, nodded and said: "This fine line is the core of the entire formation. As long as we change the direction of its spiritual power, the formation can be broken." His words were concise and clear, but full of confidence. His firm eyes seemed to tell everyone that victory was just around the corner.

Lin Meng's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and he shouted anxiously, "Let's get started!" He was always impatient, and at this moment he wanted to rush up and break the formation. He clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

Shen Yun waved his hand and said seriously, "Don't worry, this requires precise control. If there is any mistake, it may cause the formation to backfire." His expression was serious and earnest, and no one dared to underestimate him. The solemn expression calmed down the originally impatient Lin Meng.

Shen Yun went on to say: "This is not something we can act rashly. We must be extremely careful. One wrong step could put us in an even more dangerous situation." He glanced at everyone, his eyes filled with warning and caution.

Lin Ruyi gently pulled Lin Meng's sleeve and said, "Lin Meng, let's listen to Brother Yun. He must have a way."

Lin Meng took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Okay, Brother Shen, I'll listen to you. We'll do whatever you say."

Shen Yun nodded slightly and began to think about the next specific steps. His brows were furrowed, his brain was working rapidly, and he repeatedly deduced every possible detail in his mind.

After a moment, he squatted down again, his movements steady and firm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the spiritual energy around him. At the moment when he mobilized all his spiritual energy, his body trembled slightly, and every inch of his muscles tensed up, as if he was under great pressure. The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, but it could not crush his will.

He slowly injected spiritual power into the fine lines, his movements were gentle and focused, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world. As the spiritual power continued to be injected, the light flashing in the fine lines became stronger and stronger. At first it was just a little light, and then the light gradually strengthened, like the brightest star in the night sky. The light was gorgeous and dazzling, colorful, constantly changing, dazzling people.

The light was jumping, like a naughty elf dancing happily. The surrounding formations also began to make a buzzing sound, the sound was low and suppressed, as if the formation was making its last struggle. The sound became louder and louder, like thunder rolling in the ears, shaking people's minds. Everyone's heart was in their throat again, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. They dared not breathe, staring at Shen Yun's movements without blinking, for fear of missing any subtle moment.

Some people's foreheads were covered with cold sweat, which kept flowing down their cheeks; some people clenched their fists, their nails dug deep into their palms without knowing it; and some people bit their lips with their teeth, biting blood but still not realizing it. The whole space seemed to be frozen, and only Shen Yun and the mysterious formation were engaged in a thrilling contest.

Beads of sweat rolled down Shen Yun's forehead, one after another, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground. His face gradually turned pale, like a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood, but the output of spiritual power in his hands did not weaken at all. He clenched his teeth, his gums were bitten and bleeding, but he still persisted.

Just when everyone was so nervous that they could hardly bear it, the light of the fine lines that had been jumping and flickering suddenly stabilized and no longer flickered. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone held their breath and stared at the key fine lines.