'Azure Demon Ghost Finger,' 'Netherflame Evil Soul Hand,' 'Spirit Sound Demon Palm'...
Evil sect martial arts emerged one after another.
Simply unleashing them in rotation was enough to wear an enemy to death.
After blocking several sets of techniques in succession, Lu Feng knew he was no match for them. To avoid being seriously injured, he immediately chose a relatively gentle technique and deliberately allowed himself to be knocked out of the formation.
His right eye had gained a bruise as well.
Feeling the symmetrical injuries around his eyes, Lu Feng could not help marveling at how well these Humanoid Figures chose their targets.
After settling his lingering fright, Lu Feng shot Gu Tianlao another annoyed glare when he saw him once again suppressing a laugh.
Lu Feng asked bluntly, "Did you note how long it took for me to enter the formation after stepping into the courtyard?"
After the methods of breaking the formation using the 'Prayer Mat' and 'rattan chair' had been ruthlessly disproven by reality, Lu Feng could only place his hopes once more on his original idea.
But Huang Helou's next words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the last flicker of flame in his heart.
"The moment the Sect Leader stepped into the courtyard, you entered the formation almost instantly. The interval was not even as long as a blink."
Qian Meng also added, "This old man had been sensing the changes in the formation all along. That is indeed the case. From the instant the Azure Mountain Sect Master stepped in, the formation began operating. There was scarcely any time to react."
"That's not right." Lu Feng stared solemnly at the courtyard and muttered, "There were clearly at least three breaths before I entered the formation."
Lu Feng had originally thought that