Western Boundary.
As the battle between Dao Wanqian and the Chaos Daoist Son grew increasingly fierce, Karma Cang and the other two had no choice but to keep expanding the killing formation, ensuring that its foundation would not be damaged by the shockwaves of the battle.
The battle between Dao Wanqian and the Chaos Daoist Son looked nothing like a fight between two Three Steps experts. Its intensity far surpassed that level.
The two simply could not decide a victor in a short time. Because of the killing formation, the gap between them was no more than a hair's breadth. It was nearly impossible for either side to suppress the other.
Yet the Thirty-Three Heavens still held the advantage. After all, Dao Wanqian had brought three assistants with him. With Karma Cang and the other two using the killing formation to attack and harass, he could at least keep control of the rhythm.
The longer the Chaos Daoist Son fought, the darker his face became. It was not because he felt he was about to lose, but because he was filled with an unspeakable frustration.
He had arrived in grand fashion, only to fall into a trap, and now he was fighting someone two minor realms below him to a standstill.
If he had been a little more cautious, could he have avoided this?
The Chaos Daoist Son reflected on himself. He believed he still had many shortcomings, and that he had to correct all these little flaws in the future, leaving not a trace behind.
Heaven and earth were vast and boundless, and there were several great worlds. If he wished to stand at the peak among beings of the same realm, he could only keep transforming himself!
The Chaos Daoist Son did not merely want to be outstanding—he