The aura that burst forth with that punch made his heart seize.
He knew he was no match for Bi Fan. He couldn't even block that punch, let alone whatever other tricks Bi Fan might still have up his sleeve.
"Damn it, how did he get so strong?!"
Bai Shan cursed inwardly. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get out of there.
Just as he was about to retreat, he felt Bi Fan look his way.
Bi Fan glanced over the battlefield, then at Bai Shan and the others, and murmured, "It's time to end this."
A light appeared beneath Bi Fan's feet and spread outward, instantly covering the entire battlefield. Its strands interwove, forming a gigantic formation.
"Forming a formation with a single thought!"
Hua Xuerong cried out, staring at the enormous formation covering the entire field, her eyes filled with shock.
She remembered discussing formations with Bi Fan that night.
Back then, Bi Fan had demonstrated how to set up a formation in an instant. But the formation he had created was only a second-grade one she had used before, so she had assumed that, as a high-grade Formation Master, he simply found low-grade formations easier to cast.
But now, looking at the formation blanketing the entire field and sensing the terrifying aura it gave off, she was shaken to her core.
If he could form even a high-grade formation with a single thought, how profound was his understanding of formations?
On the judges' stand, Xuan Bing and the Elders from the various Lineages and sects also paled, staring at the formation in disbelief.
Even they could sense a dangerous aura from it.
What did that mean? It meant the formation was at least eighth-grade.
They exchanged glances, each seeing the same disbelief in the