More crucially, the formation walls flowed without cease, their defensive power constantly renewing itself, endless and unceasing.
So long as the source essence of these million-mile mountains and rivers did not run dry, the Hunyuan River Diagram Formation would remain forever at its peak.
Even Kunpeng, a Sub-Saint, could never break it.
This was also the Heavenly Net and Earthly Net Dijun had laid specifically for Kunpeng, that treacherous wretch who had betrayed his trust.
As long as they lured him into the range of this great formation according to plan, he would become a living thing on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.
Whether he lived or died would rest entirely on the whim of the two brothers.
That old score from the ancient era had long since been carved into their bones and seeped into their souls.
This matter would never be let go so easily.
If they took his life now, it would only be letting that glory-seeking traitor off too lightly.
They had long reached an understanding:
Next, they would make Kunpeng taste suffering far more unbearable than death—
First, they would drag him up to the cloud tops, then kick him viciously into the abyss;
again and again, they would grind his will to pieces until his Dao Heart cracked inch by inch, beyond all chance of gathering again.
Only in the end would they make this traitor's body and soul both perish, leaving not a trace behind.
No matter.
They had only just seized vast territories, and the forces beneath them were still being reorganized and absorbed.
They had time to spare. There was no need to rush.
All the better to deal with Kunpeng slowly.
Kunpeng had never imagined that, after leaving Northern Darkness on a mere impulse, he would stumble