Cold Ice Canyon.
It had been a day and a half since Lin Xingyou had left.
The Iceflame Lions incessantly rammed against the formation, with one wave following another, almost without respite.
As the strikes accumulated, the spirit stones within the formation depleted rapidly. Whenever the spirit stones were replaced, the formation's defensive power reached its weakest.
Moreover, the house's formation had suffered some damage, and it had become unstable.
Within the formation, Lin Tianfeng's expression was grave; he distinctly felt the defense of the formation weaken.
While enduring the impact from two second-order Iceflame Lions, he began to feel outmatched. With the recent strikes, the formation hovered on the brink of collapse.
As the two Iceflame Lions continued their onslaught without breaking the formation, they became even more frenzied and vicious, putting more force into each consecutive strike.
After several more impacts.
