A Hair's Breadth

"Hmph, what are you things, daring to stand in my way?" The black-robed man snorted coldly, his hoarse voice emerging from beneath his mask.

Immediately afterward, a blazing curtain of light suddenly bloomed from his body, even radiating a faint crimson halo.

Boom—!

Chen Fan and Monkey's attacks both landed upon it, yet the light curtain blocked them one by one, even sending the two of them flying back several hundred meters.

"It's the formation beneath his feet." Monkey steadied himself, his gaze icy as he spoke in a low voice.

Chen Fan's expression turned slightly grave. He could not see what kind of formation lay beneath the black-robed man's feet, yet its power was so immense. A mere drop of blood had triggered such overwhelming defensive force, easily blocking the combined assault of both him and Monkey.

The black-robed man paid Chen Fan and Monkey no further heed. His earlier move had merely been a test. Now that he knew they could not break the formation, he raised his hands again and formed another hand seal, as though he were about to complete some secret art. The surrounding void twisted and scattered once more.

"I refuse to believe it." Unwilling to accept this, Monkey raised his golden staff and smashed it down again.

Yet the result was obvious. Monkey was once more sent flying by that curtain of light.

At this moment, Chen Fan used the Heavenly Eye Treasure Art, but he could no longer discern any clue. This formation was far from ordinary; every formation pattern was exceedingly complex, and Chen Fan could not make out their true meaning. Yet since it could unleash such power in conjunction with the black-robed man's blood, it was very likely connected to the Supreme Restriction.

Holding onto this suspicion, Chen Fan