Yang Lingtian merely stamped his foot casually.
"Buzz!"
A force even more vast, more profound, and more irresistible than the formation itself swept through the entire secret chamber like an invisible tide.
The formation's fluctuations, which had only just begun to rise, were like a guttering candle in the wind before this force. They were suppressed in an instant, then seized and turned against themselves.
The formation runes that had originally shimmered with spiritual light on the walls, floor, and ceiling,
all let out a mournful wail at that moment. Their radiance rapidly dimmed before finally sinking into complete silence.
The thirteen-layer isolation formation was utterly useless before Yang Lingtian.
His retreat had been completely cut off.
"No... Don't..." Gu Xuantong had utterly collapsed, his eyes filled with deathly despair.
All his reliance, all his trump cards, appeared so laughable and so utterly powerless before his opponent.
Yang Lingtian slowly walked toward him step by step, like a nether god who held dominion over life and death.
That exquisitely beautiful face of his looked more terrifying than the most hideous evil ghost in Gu Xuantong's eyes.
"Only now did you think of begging for mercy? Unfortunately, it's too late."
Yang Lingtian looked down at him, his voice cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
He slowly raised his hand—that jade-like hand that had once made Gu Xuantong drool with desire,
but which now made his soul fly apart in terror—and gently pressed it against the crown of his head.
The icy touch made Gu Xuantong's whole body shudder.
He could feel an indescribably terrifying power surging endlessly from his opponent's palm into his skull.
"Thank you, Elder Gu, for telling me so many secrets."
A merciless, frigid light flashed in Yang Lingtian's eyes, like profound ice that had never melted in