Xiao Ran's voice rang out, and the five elders on the altar fell silent.
After a moment, Fourth Old Madam Huang sighed. "We won face, but lost the substance. Take down the altar."
Did Xiao Ran really mean that Five Immortals Open Hall could not be broken? Of course not. Five Immortals Open Hall was indeed unique, imitating the five directions of hell and capable of burying any evil spirit or creature within it.
But a fake was still a fake.
The arts could change in countless ways, but in the end, they were all just tricks of the eye.
One way was to use brute force to tear it apart. That wouldn't break the formation directly, but as long as Five Immortals Open Hall lost its balance, it would naturally collapse.
Another way was for Xiao Ran to use some other means. Since they were imitating hell, he could simply summon the Yin-Yang Road and forcibly drag the void into the netherworld. By then, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; someone else would step in.
There were other ways to break it, too, but only Xiao Ran could pull them off.
He had already experienced its power in the Dream Pool and understood its secrets. Knowing it inside and out, he found breaking the formation all too easy.
But breaking it had no meaning for Xiao Ran.
He had come here, after all, to ask them for help. There was already bad blood between them, so letting them vent and save face was enough.
If he broke the formation, he might feel satisfied, but how could he keep talking with Five Immortals Hall afterward?
Besides, their exchange had already let each side test the other's strength. Though he had conceded, he had also taken the initiative, which