"Roar..."
The Silver Lion roared. Seeing no way out, he blazed with silver light, his runes dazzling. He opened his mouth and spat out a ribbon of radiance that enveloped the area, blurring everything within it.
A Venerable was a Venerable, after all. His strength was formidable, his every movement carrying the power to move mountains and fill seas. As a rule, creatures of lower realms could scarcely overcome such a gap.
A Venerable's magical power was immensely abundant, far surpassing that of creatures in the Array Formation Realm, and his methods were unfathomable. Such cultivators stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world; their next step was to become a Deity.
But his opponent was Lin Fan, who could not be measured by ordinary standards.
Even with an entire major realm separating them, the support of various supreme treasures had essentially closed the gap, and even tipped the balance in Lin Fan's favor.
Boom!
At that moment, Lin Fan attacked in rapid succession. Within the world he had manifested, he appeared and vanished like a ghost, becoming one with heaven and earth as he repeatedly struck at the Silver Lion.
Here, he was the sovereign. His power was amplified without limit, while his opponent was suppressed and unable to bring his full strength to bear. As one waned, the other waxed.
Moreover, as Lin Fan's cultivation rose, the phenomenon he manifested grew ever stronger, possessing inconceivable divine might.
"Damn it!"
The Silver Lion sensed that things were going terribly wrong. Trapped within this bizarre domain, he felt as though he had strength but nowhere to apply it. Both his divine sense and spiritual perception were weakened, making effective attacks difficult.
Having entered another's home ground, he could only unleash powerful Precious Arts or protect himself with Secret Treasures, leaving