At that moment, there was a bang, and endless force blasted outward in every direction.
The two figures collided head-on, neither yielding so much as an inch.
"Teleportation Formation," Mo Chen shouted softly, unleashing another Fierce Tiger Formation.
Above his right fist, the phantom of a tiger wreathed in flames appeared with a roar, then charged roaring toward Tai Chu.
"Taiyuan Has The Way, The Way follows nature," Tai Chu murmured casually.
A mass of clear qi spread around him, enveloping his body.
This clear qi could neither be grasped nor understood; it existed, yet did not exist.
Bolstered by the clear qi, Tai Chu's attributes in every aspect were enhanced.
His movements were graceful, nimble, and precise, always finding the weakest point in Mo Chen's attacks.
After the two had fought for a long time, they were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Mo Chen was clearly growing anxious. Ten thousand formations emerged at once, shrouding the entire fighting arena.
Wind and thunder changed color as blazing flames mingled with surging torrents.
Yet Tai Chu remained calm throughout, counterattacking in an orderly manner.
After fighting for a long while, Mo Chen was breathing slightly heavily, and he could feel his strength running dry.
With a soft shout, a massive phantom formation spread out behind him.
The formation was hexagonal. Its phantom slowly expanded, while countless Formation Seals rotated within it.
Endless attributes and power flowed through it.
"Is that his True Fate?" someone muttered as they watched the formation.
This fellow was utterly mad about the path of formations. Not only had he inscribed formations all over his own body, even his divine soul and True Fate were formations.
Born into the Mo Lineage, the lineage of the Dao Formation Great Emperor, he was even more