With the battle over, Lin Chen put away his sword.
The next instant, he flicked a finger, and a wisp of wind swept up the two men's Storage Rings and carried them back to him.
Then roaring flames sprang up on the two corpses. When the fire died out, only ashes remained.
After deftly destroying the bodies and erasing all traces, Lin Chen turned toward the pale red barrier enveloping the half-collapsed hall. His gaze lingered briefly on the blood-colored runes flowing across it.
Though this formation dates back to ancient times, seven of its eight foundations have been destroyed, leaving only one operational. Someone at the tenth level of the Profound Martial Realm would need five days and nights to break through it, but for me, a single full-power sword strike would suffice...
At that thought, Lin Chen reconsidered.
Forcing it open would cause quite a disturbance. Brother Zhao is inside the hall and seems to be cultivating. Breaking the formation by brute force might affect him. Better to take a gentler approach.
With that in mind, Lin Chen spread his spiritual sense over the barrier like a spiderweb, carefully sensing every minute change in the formation as he sought the operating pattern of its damaged foundation.
Time trickled by.
About half an incense stick later, a sharp gleam flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.
Found it.
Lin Chen extended a finger and touched a node among the flowing blood-colored runes. A small vortex soon formed.
The vortex slowly widened, and within a dozen breaths, an opening large enough for one person appeared.
Applying force at the finest points while sensing changes in over a hundred blood-colored runes... This sort of delicate work takes far more effort than cleaving this ancient, damaged formation apart with one stroke.
Lin Chen shook