Lin Tian had taken only ten thousand years, dozens of times faster than them. Could his talent truly surpass their own?
The same thought surfaced in the minds of all three of the Three Pure Ones. Lin Tian's growing strength inevitably aroused suspicion, but they could not target him too aggressively. After all, each of them had received his guidance, and only then had they become Saints.
Zhunti steadied himself. After unleashing his full strength, he did indeed find it much easier to contend with the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation.
Although he could not break it immediately, Zhunti's magic power was inexhaustible. If he kept fighting at this level, he should be able to shatter the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation.
Zhunti knew that it was no easy feat for Lin Tian to use the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Banners to form the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation single-handedly. Maintaining it surely required an enormous amount of power.
Lin Tian had already maintained the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation for so long that he must have consumed vast amounts of magic power and mental energy. Once his strength ran dry, Zhunti would have a chance to break the Grand Formation.
Thus, Zhunti was in no hurry. As long as he avoided being seriously wounded by that tremendous power, he had inexhaustible strength and could take his time playing with Lin Tian.
Sensing the power of Zhunti's unleashed strike, Lin Tian's expression shifted slightly. Just as Zhunti suspected, he could not maintain the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation indefinitely. It required far too much power.
Unlike these Saints, he could not draw on the power of the Heavenly Dao. He had no inexhaustible source of magic power, only the reserves of quasi-saint consummation. Once those reserves were depleted, he would no longer be able to sustain