Shen Chong had spent years building up his qi, but it didn't take long for all of it to disappear.
Once his qi was gone, Shen Chong collapsed to the ground. His body turned to ash and vanished without a trace.
Wang Yue dusted off his hands as if he'd touched something filthy, then headed toward Xia He, ready to deal with Gao Ning.
After Xia He trapped him in her formation, Gao Ning realized he couldn't escape. Without a second thought, he unleashed his Twelve Torments Formation.
He'd figured that since his opponent had trapped him with a formation, he would trap someone else with one, too. In the end, it would come down to who could endure the torment.
He had great confidence in his formation. Even Lu Jin couldn't withstand it, so he didn't believe the person who'd set up this formation could hold out.
What he hadn't expected was that Xia He had used her formation from a great distance. She was still far away, and his Twelve Torments Formation was only tormenting Guantao and his grandson.
The grandfather and grandson had terrible luck. They'd already lost their way inside Xia He's formation, and before they could find their enemy, Gao Ning's formation had trapped them as well.
The two of them were now experiencing what Lu Jin had gone through. They couldn't hold back their anger, yet they couldn't find their enemy.
Just then, Xia He changed the formation. Trapped in their predicament, the two saw enemies that weren't really there and began attacking them wildly, steadily exhausting their qi.
If no one had been controlling the formation from the center, their spaces would not have been separate from one another. Those attacks might have caused the three of them to kill one another.
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