"This formation is not suited for a prolonged battle. You had best not hold anything back again. I have no desire to be stabbed in the back by someone while facing an enemy."
Su Shi'er's expression remained unchanged as he turned to look at the black-clad cultivator and spoke in a grave voice.
With Su Shi'er's understanding and attainments in formations, even without Mu Yingluo saying so, he could naturally see that the City Lord's Mansion's Level Four Formation had yet to reach its complete form.
Even so, the might of this formation far surpassed the one they had just broken.
Facing Old Monster Yan as he was now, Su Shi'er likewise dared not underestimate him. True Yuan silently circulated within him as he stood ready in full battle array.
As he spoke, his peripheral vision swept over Old Monster Yan, finally lingering briefly on the staff Magical Treasure in the other man's hand. Two thoughtful glints flashed through his eyes.
Noticing the subtle change in Su Shi'er's expression, the black-clad cultivator was immediately taken aback. Yet he continued speaking. "Naturally. Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. In this battle, I will give it my all and absolutely will not hold back in the slightest again."
"However, Sunset City's formation was laid down by thirteen different factions, making it rather different from the ordinary mountain-guarding formations of sects."
"To activate it, apart from special formation incantations, there must certainly be a special treasure serving as a medium."
"I presume... Fellow Daoist has already seen it as well. The crux of the matter lies in the staff Magical Treasure in this man's hand. As long as we can destroy that staff, without the treasure serving as a medium, the formation's offensive here will surely dissipate!!!"
The black-clad cultivator stared at Old Monster Yan,