"Impressive..."
Meng Chuan nodded to himself, a trace of surprise on his face.
If his body's resistance to pressure had not increased so greatly, Wang Yi's move really could have given him a harsh lesson from the outset.
The pressure grew ever more immense. Meng Chuan considered whether he should transform a little and use his ultimate strength to break the formation.
His eyes flickered for an instant, and he suddenly thought of something, abandoning the idea.
Respect the way of formations!
Thinking of Master Bai Bao, who could almost turn back time...
Meng Chuan raised his brows and nodded with pursed lips.
He decided to show Wang Yi some respect as well. Otherwise, after breaking one layer, there might be another—layers nested like dolls, with new tricks springing up one after another.
The troublesome nature of combining the Qi-Blood Martial Dao with formation techniques had already revealed itself.
Wang Yi's level was still far from having anything to do with a "Dao."
Yet Meng Chuan could glimpse the whole leopard through a tube, clearly realizing that powers beyond martial arts were not to be underestimated.
With a buzz, a great black shell settled over Meng Chuan's back.
The treasure-like radiance of the hardened art supported by the Baxia Heaven-Supporting Skill harmonized with the water domain, easing his burden considerably.
Immediately afterward, taking advantage of his control over his body, Meng Chuan slowly familiarized himself with the directions from which the currents were squeezing him. Rather than resisting them head-on, he began to move in harmony with them, and the pressure instantly diminished by more than half.
His heaven-reaching strength stepped aside for the moment.
Meng Chuan set his mind turning, beginning to ponder how to break the formation through finesse. Heaven-reaching wisdom slowly seized the high ground...
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