"Vmmm—" Once the formation was complete, its power locked down the space all around them. Xiang Kun let out a slight sigh of relief, then rubbed his hands together. The main banner in his grasp flew above the formation. As it trembled, the eighteen monsters—each with a green face, fangs, only an upper body, and two arms—waved the small banners they held. One by one, green-faced, fanged ghosts crawled out of the banners, wailing bloodcurdling cries as they lunged to tear Lu Xiaotian apart.
"The Eighteen Blood-Wailing Demon Banner Formation. It takes up eighteen positions and seems to seal off every side around it. Xiang Kun has indeed mastered this formation, but he hasn't been practicing it for long. Its power is immense, yet controlling these eighteen forces to crush the enemy within the formation is no easy task. Given more time, Xiang Kun would make it even more formidable. For now, though, he's still a little short of the mark."
Lu Xiaotian remained calm, treading an enigmatic path as he fought and moved, weaving through the formation. The bloodcurdling cries also had a powerful effect on an ordinary cultivator's divine sense. But against Lu Xiaotian, a body cultivator whose divine sense was far stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator, their interference was limited.
With countless green-faced monsters on his heels, Lu Xiaotian moved through the formation, constantly striking down those that drew near. Xiang Kun had thought he might use the formation's divine power to suppress this troublesome body cultivator. Yet even within the formation, the man was slippery as an eel, always dodging the strongest attacks. Though the Eighteen Blood-Wailing Demon Banner Formation was astonishingly powerful, every punch Xiang Kun threw seemed to hit a wad of cotton. It left him deeply frustrated.
"This kid even knows