Seeing the eighth-rank bone serpent he had raised be slaughtered by this formidable formation in less than a moment, Xuan Yin's expression changed drastically. The might of this formation had far exceeded his imagination.
After the crescent-shaped blast of force cleaved the bone serpent into scattered fragments, it did not pause in the slightest and continued sweeping toward Xuan Yin.
Without a second thought, Xuan Yin opened his huge mouth and spat out a white bone shuttle. The shuttle swiftly enlarged. Xuan Yin leaped onto it, and his speed surged severalfold as he darted wildly through the formation, shaking off the force pursuing him from behind.
Yet the heaviness in Xuan Yin's heart did not ease in the least, because he saw the blue formation flag ahead flicker with light before slashing out another blast of force. Only then did Xuan Yin understand that the earlier attack had come from just one formation flag—a mere appetizer.
Sure enough, just as he had expected, the other formation flags blazed with blue radiance, propping up a domain of ice and snow between heaven and earth. The twelve formation flags transformed into twelve streams of frigid energy, like bolts of silk or long ropes, intertwining and encircling one another in the air.
Xuan Yin was extremely fast, far surpassing ordinary Golden Core Late Stage cultivators, but compared to Tuoba Hai from before, there was simply no comparison. As time passed, Xuan Yin's range of movement grew ever smaller. Several streams of cold energy brushed past him, freezing his very soul until it shuddered.
"Do you really intend to fight until the fish dies and the net breaks? My father, the Dark Nightmare Ghost King, has my soul tablet in his possession. Once you kill me, he will be able to find you! My