Lin Tian's Primordial Spirit stood firm. He pointed at the Grand Formation's main banner and pressed Jieyin for an answer.
Jieyin chuckled and waved a hand, sending his own Primordial Spirit leaping out. "You insolent brat, what can you do to me? I shall enter your formation and crush your bluster."
With that, Jieyin's Primordial Spirit leaped into the formation. Lin Tian did not rush to unleash the dream-eating laws. Instead, he waved the Great Banner in his hand and ordered Dijiang and the others forward to fight Jieyin.
Although the Nightmare Seed had already been planted within Jieyin, he was still a Saint. Even if Lin Tian activated it, victory would remain uncertain. He had to hold it back as his final bargaining chip to secure the win.
He had laid out the Grand Formation only to cloud Jieyin's judgment and make him underestimate him.
Sure enough, faced with Lin Tian's attacks, Jieyin merely sneered. With a lift of his hand, he tore Dijiang's body apart and tossed him aside. Then he chanted a Buddhist invocation, and phantom figures floated behind him. Six Jia Heavenly Soldiers and eight legions of Mighty Dragons emerged, charging toward Zhurong and the others.
The Ancestral Witches had illustrious names, but they no longer possessed their original strength. Forget using them against a Saint-even a junior like Chiyou, facing them individually outside the formation, would likely be more than they could handle.
Within this formation, however, they could revive endlessly. The Eight Legions of Heavenly Dragons tore their bodies to shreds, but they soon drew upon the Grand Formation's Yin Baleful Power to restore themselves and charge forward again.
As time wore on, though, it grew somewhat tiresome. Jieyin was the first to lose patience and barked at Lin Tian, "Little beast, stop hiding