Feng He the Old Thief stumbled to the ground, his head buzzing. He looked down at the wounds on his body, the corners of his mouth twitching violently, and finally lost his composure. "How could you possibly break my demonic technique?"
He stared at Li Ye, his face full of disbelief.
He had emerged brimming with confidence, intending to devour the world with his demonic technique, yet not one opponent he had encountered could be absorbed.
At least, not in a short time.
Peerless Demonic Technique had lost its formerly unstoppable power.
It felt as if that brat had become an entirely different person.
They had been apart for only a little over three years, yet he seemed to have gained a Dao Fruit as profound as one forged over a thousand years.
"Heaven's misdeeds may be resisted, but those of one's own making are beyond redemption."
"Old thief, back then you openly betrayed us, stopped me beneath the city walls, and tried to kill me."
"You even slaughtered the defenders and several senior Young Ancestors in a fit of madness."
"Did you ever think this day would come?"
"It's time to settle this score."
Li Ye spoke coldly, terrifying killing light streaming from his entire body.
Every flesh-and-blood cell in his inner world had become a star, no different from those in the Real Universe.
Using his body as a formation meant arranging those star-like cells into a formation and evolving peerless killing power. It was no exaggeration to say that Li Ye was now a walking, peerless killing formation.
A thousand years of Closed Door Cultivation had already pushed this Invincible Method to a certain height.
At that moment, he silently activated the formation within his body. Some formation patterns dimmed and reappeared elsewhere.
The Power of Formation