Lu Xiaotian was immersed in the marvels of the wolf-rider battle formation taught by Ying Langtian. In the myriad worlds, any kind of power could form a battle formation, and all sorts of powers could transform in endlessly varied ways. Generally speaking, however, these powers, immortal artifacts, and even terrain were relatively controllable. Only humans—or living beings such as the wolf riders—formed battle formations in which every individual was filled with all kinds of variables.
The essence of the wolf-rider battle formation, refined through countless ages of changes passed down within their race, was now unfolding piece by piece in Lu Xiaotian's mind. Coupled with his past clashes against the wolf riders, this caused Lu Xiaotian's control over the wolf-rider battle formation to improve by leaps and bounds.
That wisp of Ying Langtian's Primordial Spirit could sense the changes in Lu Xiaotian's aura. At this moment, Ying Langtian's thoughts were also in turmoil. He did not know whether it had been right or wrong to pass part of the wolf-rider battle formation's essence to Lu Xiaotian. From the changes in Lu Xiaotian's aura, Ying Langtian could vaguely sense that the other man's control over the wolf-rider battle formation was improving by leaps and bounds. Perhaps Lu Xiaotian had already possessed a sufficient understanding of the wolf-rider battle formation himself.
What he was teaching Lu Xiaotian now had merely pierced through a layer of window paper, allowing the other man to advance with the momentum of water flowing into a completed channel.
Previously, Lu Xiaotian had already been able to command those several hundred wolf riders to smash straight through an immortal army's grand formation. He had even influenced the wolf riders, causing them to take on the aura of the dragon race. In the past, the Howling Moon Wolf Clan