The River Flows, the Stone Remains Unmoved; Fame Lives On in the Eight Trigram Formation

Just as Yan San was wondering in alarm why Li Yan had suddenly stopped, Li Yan abruptly spoke those words.

The black Wind Goose Beast, whose face had been full of ferocity, showed a humanlike look of stunned surprise. Then he understood the meaning behind Li Yan's words.

In the next instant, the aura around him also surged violently!

Although he and Li Yan had exchanged blows for only a few breaths, and he had yet to unleash any high-powered divine abilities, their stalemate had made him forget one thing: his opponent was merely a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Watching Li Yan block his attacks so easily, Yan San guessed that Li Yan had likewise not used his full strength. Although Li Yan might still ultimately be no match for him, perhaps even be slain by him.

That might not happen until at least ten breaths later, perhaps even longer. Yet that was merely one possible outcome Yan San himself believed might occur.

And with that much time, Gong Shengguang would already have more than enough time to carry out a wholesale slaughter among his side. Yan San knew that those few fourth-tier Wind Beasts could not even last two breaths beneath his hands.

And Gong Shengguang was stronger than him. Once he was entangled by Li Yan, after merely a dozen or so breaths, the overall situation might already be decided.

The high-tier Wind Beasts on his side had already been outnumbered. With Gong Shengguang joining the battle, unless they were near their respective Sky Eye Pits, they might not even have a chance to flee.

As Li Yan spoke, his left hand, hidden within the wide sleeve behind his back, trembled without stop. In order to intimidate his opponent, he had just risked receiving a late-stage Nascent Soul