The Flaw in the Clone

The restrictions cast by the Bee Ancestor's clone were crude in the extreme, nowhere near as intricate or profound as Ling Tian's. Yet they had a unique, imposing force, and the Bee Ancestor could set up formations incredibly quickly. In the blink of an eye, he had raised a protective barrier over a dozen yards wide, just enough to shield Xuan Ning and the others.

Seeing this method of forming a formation, Ling Tian's eyes lit up. At last, he understood that formations really could be used in battle. His own formations, by contrast, had merely used the Dao to stall his enemies before he seized an opening to make his hand seals.

The protective light barrier raised by the Bee Ancestor's clone was no weak defense; it could withstand a single strike from a Mahayana Stage expert. But the attacker was Shi Xin, who was in the late Tribulation Crossing Stage, and his Lion's Roar Skill was astonishingly powerful. Ling Tian didn't believe the barrier could withstand Shi Xin's attack.

Sure enough, when Shi Xin unleashed his Lion's Roar Skill, its sound waves shook heaven and earth. Like a rotten tree struck by a gale, the protective barrier shattered, but the waves kept surging, sweeping the Bee Ancestor and the others into their range.

Before Ling Tian could cry out, the Bee Ancestor's clone retreated a yard and continued forming hand seals. Before long, another protective barrier appeared in midair, meeting the deafening sound waves. It was torn apart in no time, too.

Each time the sound waves shredded a layer of the barrier, another appeared. By the time they had passed through layer after layer of defenses, the Lion's Roar Skill had been greatly weakened. Even if Xuan Ning and the others took the attack head-on, they likely