For ten thousand years, that had essentially always been the case.
Of course, there were exceptions. Occasionally, one or two people died, but those deaths were the result of many factors.
Thus, these formations could be considered to pose little threat to the lives of Demon Hall members.
What Huang Xiao had just encountered was not merely the formations here, but also lightning striking from the sky. His internal power was nowhere near enough to withstand it. Moreover, under those terrifying circumstances, even Pang Ji and the others had felt their hearts quail.
That was also why Pang Ji thought Huang Xiao was unlikely to have survived.
"Couldn't those lightning bolts be considered part of the formation?" Huo Lian said.
Huo Lian's words made Pang Ji's pupils contract sharply.
That really had never occurred to Pang Ji.
"Pang Ji, my attainments in formations far surpass yours. They did back then, and they do even more so now. You've still made little progress in the formation arts over all these years," Huo Lian said.
"Hmph, Huo Lian, a person has only so much energy in a lifetime. A passing acquaintance with all that miscellaneous nonsense is enough. Do you really want to master it all?" Pang Ji snorted coldly. "I only need to surpass you in strength. I don't care about the rest."
Huo Lian chuckled softly. "I'm different from you. I have more time than you do."
Pang Ji's expression shifted slightly. He understood what Huo Lian meant.
Back when Huo Lian became Hall Master, he could be said to have ascended to heaven in a single step.
He himself, however, had taken a thousand years to attain his present strength.
During that time, aside from healing his wounds or studying new cultivation methods, Huo Lian had had more time