Either his Spiritual Power suddenly faltered, or the ice beneath his feet abruptly cracked, or some light from nowhere flashed across his vision.
A powerful sense of frustration surged through Kunpeng. What kind of bad luck had he run into today? Why had everything gone wrong at every turn?
What he did not know was that the Saints were watching this battle.
Laozi sat cross-legged in the void, Yin-Yang Qi circulating around him.
A chessboard lay before him, its black and white chess pieces scattered across it. Yet he did not make a move, his gaze fixed on the battlefield below.
Whenever he saw Kunpeng about to succeed, he would lightly stir the Taiji Diagram, shifting the flow of Yin-Yang Qi by the slightest bit.
Just the slightest bit was enough.
Yuanshi's Pangu Banner hung above his head, streams of Mystic Yellow Qi cascading down from it.
Whenever Kunpeng's Ice Power surged, he would activate the Pangu Banner and suppress that swelling power.
Tongtian paced through the void, the Immortal Slaying Four Swords suspended at his side. Four strands of Sword Intent intertwined into an invisible net that enveloped all of Beiming.
He did not use the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. That would have been far too conspicuous.
Whenever Kunpeng tried to break out, he merely made the Sword Intent of the Juexian Sword flash beneath the ice.
One flash was enough.
Kunpeng knew nothing of this.
He only knew that he was unbelievably unlucky today, as though heaven and earth themselves were working against him.
His Cold Abyss Sky-Locking Formation finally activated.
Ice Power accumulated over countless millennia erupted from the depths of the Ice Abyss, transforming into an ice-crystal storm that filled the sky. Every shard of ice was like a sharp blade, slicing through the air with