Han Meng was making a neat little plan in his mind. He used the formation to collect the Glazed Soul Flames in a small emerald-green bottle, unaware that with each successive strike of the flames against the formation clouds, Lu Xiaotian was not only resisting the lingering force of the formation but also continually deducing how it worked. He had more or less pinpointed Han Meng's location.
Several times, the formation clouds were hit so hard that they nearly burst open. Han Meng was so terrified his face went deathly pale. Without the clouds to shelter him, he wouldn't last long beneath the Glazed Soul Flames. His fate would be no better than that of the several Heart Demons of Corrosion and Slaughter—perhaps worse, given his Water-Soul Ape Demon constitution.
But in the end, fortune seemed to favor him. The green bottle was already full of Glazed Soul Flames, and Han Meng was just thinking that his luck wasn't bad when the moss covering Lu Xiaotian's body suddenly burst apart. Lu Xiaotian reached out and thrust his hand straight through the formation's gap, directly into the formation eye—the very spot where Han Meng was hiding.
"How is this possible!" Han Meng wasn't the only one astonished. Even Nine-Ren Mountain and the Scorpion Demon could hardly believe it; they had no idea how Lu Xiaotian had managed it.
The two of them had been trapped here, completely at a loss in the face of their current predicament. Strictly speaking, Lu Xiaotian had spent the least time inside these black clouds, yet he had already figured out some of their secrets.
It still looked as though they were far from breaking through, but the methods Lu Xiaotian had just displayed were already enough to leave them far behind.
The Heart Demon of