A Fine Sacrifice

At this moment, the First Prince reined in his emotions and said gravely, "Good. What a Formation Dao, what a Chen Yang. Since ancient times, many in the Primordial World have walked the path of formations. Everyone believed the Formation Dao was nothing much, merely an auxiliary among the Three Thousand Grand Daos. We were ignorant. Among the Three Thousand Grand Daos, not a single one is simple."

Chen Yang nodded silently. "Not bad. You steadied your mind quickly enough to speak such words. But next, let's see how many lives you have left."

"No, I cannot keep dying. My nine brothers merged into me and helped revive me. Then, using my body as a vessel, I can gradually revive them as I cultivate. If this continues, my brothers will die out completely, with no possibility of revival. Therefore, I cannot die. I absolutely cannot die..." the First Prince roared.

Chen Yang did not care. He raised his hand, about to strike him down. The current First Prince was trapped within the formation and had nowhere to flee.

The First Prince felt fear and roared, "What are you waiting for? Come out already! I plotted for so long precisely to make you come out. Come out now, or if I die, don't even dream of getting off lightly..."

The First Prince's roar caused Chen Yang to pause.

At that moment, Chen Yang sensed a trace of ill omen, a faint unease.

Duobao was the same. He silently revealed a surprised expression. "Disciple... something is wrong. I feel uneasy."

Chen Yang's eyes flickered as he stared at the First Prince. "Is that ominous premonition the true purpose behind your slaughter of the Human Clan?"

"Haha... Chen Yang, I told you that you would regret your decisions and your confidence. The Human