Yi Zi struggled again and again within the formation's restrictions, charging left and right. His enormous dragon body slammed against the walls of the formation, sending ripples spreading across them.
Yet this formation had been made specifically to deal with True Practitioners of the Dao of Seeking Completeness. Wu Tingzhi himself was overseeing it from behind and had infused it with Clear Vault Aura to sustain its workings. How could Yi Zi possibly break free by force?
Leaving that aside, Zhang Yu watching from the side placed immense pressure on him as well. Thus, he could not help but hold some strength in reserve. Otherwise, if he were cut down by another sword stroke, the situation would become even worse. Though he could return, in the first moments after returning, he would have no power to resist.
In truth, he still had one way to escape: immediately destroy this body, along with all the scattered life-force he had sent out into this world. Since he still had a body in Origin Xia, his life would not be harmed—but that would be no different from withdrawing from this place altogether.
But he felt he still had a chance.
Besides, if he returned just like that, it would be a disgrace.
Yet the most crucial point was that he had no fear.
He had no true body; all things could become himself. So long as the former body did not die, the latter body would not cease. Where could Celestial Xia possibly kill him? What could they do to him?
He wanted to see Celestial Xia's methods.
This was not arrogance. It was simply the Dao he believed in: the principle of weeding out the weak and preserving the strong.
If he tested this move and survived, proving his own principles through