As a senior martial uncle, Deng Yin felt deeply humiliated that he could not subdue his martial nephew Qi Shouming. He hardened his resolve to break the formation, then kill the successor his senior brother valued most.
But the more anxious he became, the worse his position grew. His demon fire had originally burned through more than a thousand Small Worlds; gradually, its reach shrank to only seven or eight hundred.
Qi Shouming, meanwhile, sat as securely as a fisherman on his platform. Everything grew smoother for him as he continually manipulated the formation to generate new Small Worlds, sending them swarming toward Deng Yin.
Deng Yin was like a man trapped deep in a mire, every movement and transformation becoming more difficult.
Suddenly, he heard Shi Feiyang's voice transmitted across the distance. It was like sweet dew poured over his head: clarity returned in an instant. Sensing with his mind, he realized that several thousand li away, Master Ren, the Divine Nuns of Mount Xiaohan, had erected a ritual altar and was secretly restraining him with Buddhist arts from afar, clouding his judgment. If he kept struggling against this formation, he would surely bring about his own destruction today!
He immediately left the Destruction Gate and stopped concerning himself with Qi Shouming. Blood-red light flashed, crossing thousands of small worlds in an instant. One moment he was in the South; the next, he appeared in the North. Qi Shouming hurriedly shone Grand Purity Divine Light down on him while rotating the formation, generating masses of small worlds to hold him there. In the end, he fell just short. The blood shadow flashed and vanished.
Deng Yin had studied the Two-Polarity Dust-Mote Formation for more than three hundred years and knew it intimately. Breaking it would be difficult, but if