The Wager
The Twelve Beast Spirit Formation was an eighth-rank formation.
But eighth rank was not the limit of the Twelve Beast Spirit Formation.
On the contrary, the formation could grow stronger. Once it did, even ninth-rank formations would have to avoid its sharp edge.
The way the Twelve Beast Spirit Formation grew stronger naturally depended on the beast spirits trapped within it.
The stronger the beast spirits trapped in the formation, the greater its power.
What's more, if all the beast spirits became intelligent, the formation would undergo a qualitative leap. In the end, instead of the beast spirits in the Twelve Beast Spirit Formation fighting their enemies one at a time, the Formation Master could control all twelve of them to attack an enemy at once.
Of course, it was still extremely difficult for the Twelve Beast Spirit Formation to reach that stage.
At the very least, Bi Fan couldn't do it yet.
Elder Sword Senior had only intended to make a casual bet, but when he saw how eager Xuan Chen looked, he couldn't help smiling quietly. "With troubled times about to arrive, vicious beasts at the Spirit Soul and Spirit Lord Realms are already worth nothing."
"How about this? If I get the chance, I'll catch you a vicious beast at the Spirit Saint Realm."
Nearby,
Bi Fan was still exchanging blows at close quarters. When he heard their conversation, a helpless look flashed through his eyes.
Elder Sword Senior sure talked big!
Spirit Saint Realm...
Even Qu Zhenhong, who had forced him to use every trick he had, was only a Half-step Spirit Saint.
How could a vicious beast at the true Spirit Saint Realm be so easy to catch?
It would probably be a problem just finding a vicious beast at that level.
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