Crack, crack, crack…
The originally unbreakable Black Cloud Formation was now emitting faint but clearly audible cracking sounds.
The Black Cloud that was once like a barrier was gradually forming cracks.
The cracking sounds suddenly continued without pause.
Cracks appeared on the Black Cloud, inch by inch.
Mo Youu's expression changed at first, then his eyes focused, "Reinforce."
A soft shout, yet it resounded like a thunderous roar, akin to a surging river.
Threads of Primordial Power surged into the formation.
The cracking sounds disappeared instantly.
The cracks recovered in an instant.
"Such surging Primordial Power, so rich and thick, truly deserving of Senior Brother Mo Youu." Sikong Yu's face was full of admiration.
The Chiefs and disciples from the Five Great Academy also nodded silently.
"Mo Youu," Linghu Wang said seriously, "Originally, the seniors in my Five Fools Academy said you should lead the team, and I was very unconvinced."
