"The trapping formation is complete, and the outcome is decided. Little Lion, prepare to die!"
After fiddling with it for quite some time, Wei Beichen finally stretched out his slender fingers and pointed toward Luo Yi.
The instant his voice fell, a great net woven from countless fine golden threads appeared, covering the entire Ancient Qi Practitioners' Cave Abode.
Then several enormous auspicious beasts, beating wings that blotted out the sun, swooped toward Luo Yi.
"You... deserve to die!"
Watching that lion chase his junior brother and relentlessly attack him, a faint smile appeared on Wei Beichen's delicate face.
It meant that the other party's series of actions had thoroughly enraged him. Even though the thing that had drawn him here was of the utmost importance, he was willing to set it aside for the time being and bury it in his heart.
As the martial artist most skilled in formations on this continent, he also wanted to show those beasts from the Ten Thousand Demon Lair, who knew only how to fight with brute force, just how laughable brute force was before the true might of heaven and earth.
Seeing that his opponent intended to use a formation against him, a barely perceptible smile flickered across the face of the Flame Wave Mad Lion that Luo Yi had transformed into.
If his opponent had relied on his cultivation to overwhelm him by force, Luo Yi might not have had a good way to deal with him for the moment.
But after spending the past month thoroughly digesting everything recorded in the Qi Clan's Formation Compendium, using a formation in front of him now was like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Yu.
"Bring it on! This is the perfect chance for Grandpa to test what he's learned!"
As his words