A black river over a dozen zhang long suddenly burst out from the fog and slammed fiercely near the silver flying wheel.
The thunderous roaring echoed, and the seven-colored light screen, under the continuous impact of the black water, began to tremble for the first time. Simultaneously, some of the spiritual runes in the array below began to shatter inch by inch.
Upon seeing this, Dan Gan's heart filled with even greater joy.
If the ancient sealing array had been intact, perhaps even a being a hundred times more powerful than he at his peak would have been unable to shake it in the slightest.
But the array in front of him had already withstood the passage of countless tens of thousands of years. Not only was there barely any energy left within, but the array itself had also eroded substantially, its might a mere fraction of what it used to be.
