Although Ye Qianxun had increased the force of his attacks, once Lu Xiaotian got ruthless and pushed the formation's power to an even greater level, the formation's power itself might not have been worth Ye Qianxun's notice. However, the spatial rifts torn open by it twisted, tore, and drew everything in with constantly shifting forces. Even Ye Qianxun could no longer maintain his former composure within them.
Faced with the interwoven and complex spatial forces, Ye Qianxun had no choice but to use every means at his disposal to protect himself. As for Lu Xiaotian's true body, even with his keen eyesight and proper use of his teleportation art, his chest had still been ripped open by the spatial forces, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone. One could even see the injuries to his internal organs.
Yet Lu Xiaotian's eyes remained calm throughout, and he still did not stop controlling the Earthfire Scorching Moon Formation.
"Lu Xiaotian, I rarely admire anyone. You're the first to earn my genuine admiration." Ye Qianxun thrust out his sword and cleaved apart a relatively small spatial rift before him. Even spatial power could not threaten an existence like Ye Qianxun unless it reached a certain terrifying level.
"Three parts luck, seven parts fighting. In battling you, I've been forced to gamble on luck as well. Why don't you increase the force of your attacks a little more? I'll drive the formation's power to an even greater level, and we'll see whose luck is better—who can survive beneath this violent, unpredictable spatial force."
Lu Xiaotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The wound in his chest slowly healed. If not for the astonishing physical strength of his body as a body cultivator, then with only magical power to rely on,