Cui Ling was unwilling to admit defeat.
In his view, Li Chang'an's offensive methods were merely sharp and decisive.
If he stopped meeting him head-on and focused solely on fleeing into the distance, Li Chang'an could not possibly stop him.
"Everyone, rest assured. This Lin Fan cannot destroy my physical body!"
His attitude was unyielding, and he gritted his teeth as he held on.
Regarding this, everyone felt somewhat helpless.
Judging from how things looked now, Li Chang'an indeed could not destroy Cui Ling's physical body.
However, what happened next once again exceeded their expectations.
"Formation, rise!"
With a sweep of Li Chang'an's hand, a complete Tier 4 Great Formation instantly emerged from the void.
During the previous exchange, he had been quietly setting up the formation the entire time.
At this moment, both of them were within the formation.
The powerful force of the formation sealed off all directions, completely cutting off Cui Ling's thought of preserving his physical body.
"How could this be..."
Cui Ling looked around in disbelief.
From beginning to end, he had not sensed the slightest fluctuation of any formation, yet the formation had already taken shape.
In other words, this battle had been under Li Chang'an's control from the very beginning.
Zixia, Vermillion Bird, and the others watching from afar had likewise sensed nothing, and they all stared at this great formation in disbelief.
Vermillion Bird True Lord asked, "When was this formation set up? Did any of you notice?"
Qi Jiuyang shook his head. "No."
"I did not either."
"Fellow Daoist Lin's talent in the path of formations is likely no weaker than his talent in the Sword Dao. Perhaps he is not far from becoming a Tier 4 Mid-grade Formation Master."
Qi Jiuyang praised him from the heart.
A Tier 4 Mid-grade