How to Break the Stalemate

"What kind of formation is this?" Meng Jingxian frowned as he looked outside.

At that moment, the twelve Nascent Soul-stage cultivators stood around the perimeter, enclosing the entire formation-suppression zone. A strange ripple erupted from their bodies as the twelve auras connected, and they began forming hand seals to cast their technique.

Qin Lang's expression was also grave. Though he could not tell what formation it was, he could sense danger within it.

"So what if they set up a formation? The outcome will be the same in the end!" Deva Path stood there impassively, his pale violet Rinnegan fixed on the twelve Nascent Soul-stage cultivators setting up the formation, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

Qin Lang nodded and exchanged a glance with Meng Jingxian. Neither spoke, but both could feel the heaviness in the other's heart.

The current Deva Path was Ling Hui's corpse, whose cultivation had originally been at the Great Ascension stage. The aura he carried naturally far surpassed theirs. Moreover, for some reason, whenever Qin Lang and Meng Jingxian faced this Deva Path, they always felt as though they were facing the ancient Bright God Sect's sect master, rather than their own leader, Zero Burial!

For example, the former Deva Path would likely have faced these Nascent Soul-stage cultivators forming a formation with the same indifference, but he would never have revealed such contempt. This feeling was something only Ling Hui could give them, not Deva Path.

Although the corpse had changed, the one controlling it was still Lin Chuan's spiritual power. Logically, there should not have been such a drastic contrast, yet the current Deva Path felt completely different to them.

However, Lin Chuan said nothing, so neither of them pursued the matter. After all, it was Lin Chuan's business. Even if something