The grand formation's spell battle fell into a stalemate, and both sides now entered an awkward predicament.
Kun Jiu and the other three remained as overbearing as ever, their overwhelming attacks striking in continuous torrents as if they would never retreat a single half-step, determined to force Li Qingyun to compromise and cede the opportunity of the Saint Kun Blood.
Yet Li Qingyun, guarding the formation, seemed to be at a disadvantage while remaining terrifyingly calm, giving Kun Jiu and his companions an aura of viewing life and death with indifference.
Both sides were trying to force the other to yield first.
Naturally, Li Qingyun had no way out, nor was he about to submit to the Kun clan.
The nascent Great Dao Universe pulsing endlessly within his body was his greatest backing; soldiers would be met with shields and water with earth, and as he mobilized the formation, he perceived every hazard and mended it in time. The longer he held out to the end, the greater his confidence in grinding Kun Jiu and the four of them dry.
The mutual grinding of their Great Dao's Powers, along with every subtle change in reality, illusion, strength, and weakness, all remained within his perception.
If this poor Daoist forces the Kun clan back this time, my so-called Qingyun Dao Lineage can be ranked among the six strongest factions on the ruins level, reversing offense and defense from this day forward and ensuring those who feed on flesh never dare to peer with impunity again!
A battle to establish absolute prestige—how could I retreat?
If Kun Jiu refuses to retreat, then I shall make him lose all face...
Li Qingyun thought calmly.
Although the power surging from the Great Dao Universe within his body grew increasingly sluggish and a sense of