บท 151: Lan Clan's Last Stand

Without hesitation, Feng Chen swung his sword, releasing a devastating arc of Sword slashes that roared toward the Lan Clan's battle formation.

The barrier flared to life, its glowing surface rippling as it absorbed the strike. 

Sparks flew, and cracks began to appear, but the combined effort of the Lan Clan held firm. 

Feng Chen's eyes gleamed with a mix of surprise and intrigue. 

"Oh? Not bad. It seems this formation has some worth after all."

Lan Jing barked orders, his voice strained but triumphant. 

"Reinforce the barrier! Show him the strength of the Lan Clan!"

The elders gritted their teeth, channeling their Qi in unison. 

The barrier's glow intensified, the cracks mending as their collective energy surged to its peak.

Feng Chen studied the formation, a faint smile tugging at his lips. 

"A battle formation like this… If mastered, it could be quite useful. Perhaps I should claim it for the Feng Clan."