"After you, Fellow Daoist!"
Qin Fengming rose to his feet. Bending and extending both hands, he pointed, sending streams of Spirit Patterns shooting forth. A sudden boom thundered from within the rapidly spinning funnel vortex, and a mass of explosive energy erupted.
He did not hesitate in the slightest and waved his hand, dispelling the modest spatial formation.
As the terrifying suction vanished, the vast restrictive fluctuations surging around them quickly receded as well. The two exchanged few words, but neither harbored any ill intent.
Qin Fengming had great faith in this ill-looking old man because the spatial formation he had set up possessed no defensive power. If the old man had attacked, he could have broken it with ease. Yet although the old man knew this perfectly well, he had never destroyed the formation from beginning to end, abiding by the rules of the contest.
Although the old man's words were unpleasant, he was clearly not a vicious man.
Qin Fengming's Formation Attainment was extremely high, so he had naturally seen through the situation long ago. At that moment, although the corrosive energy in the old man's Myriad Devouring Great Formation remained abundant, each formation hub had already weakened. After absorbing a large amount of corrosive Spirit Patterns, even the great formation covering nearly a thousand miles had become difficult to sustain. The old man needed to rearrange the formation hubs before the great formation could operate at full strength again.
The old man had of course also seen through the reality of the spatial restriction Qin Fengming had hastily arranged. He knew that the restriction was fragile and that a single attack would be enough to stop the formation from operating. Yet he had never made a move.
After this contest, both sides understood that the result was