Fang Xianhu was not ignorant of formations. Though Wang Yi had looked immensely capable while breaking the restrictions on the city gate,
Fang Xianhu suspected that Wang Yi had seen similar restrictions before. Otherwise, how could someone who had been mute as a clam all along suddenly become proactive?
That alone had been surprising, but upon closer thought, it was clearly because the other party had recognized the restrictions on the city gate and thus had confidence.
No matter how formidable a formation restriction was, if someone had encountered something similar before, they should have studied it specifically. If they had truly stumbled upon the right answer, naturally they could break it much faster.
And Fang Xianhu did not believe that this Wang Yi understood every kind of formation. Such a person simply could not exist. The formation he had produced was also an ancient formation left behind by ancient cultivators.
By a stroke of luck, he had taken a fancy to this ancient formation at first sight. Though its grade was not exceptionally high, it was still an extraordinary item passed down by ancient cultivators.
Only after Fang Xianhu had pulled some strings through the trading house had he finally obtained this treasure. It was useful even against Body Fusion cultivators.
Using it against Wang Yi now already showed that he thought highly of him. Against an ordinary person, he truly might not have felt the need to use it.
Not long after Fang Xianhu arrived at this central command tent, dense fog abruptly rose outside. His Divine Sense could instantly see nothing but pitch-black darkness. At the sight, he bared his teeth in a broad grin.
"Then take your time breaking the formation. Even if you break it, so what? Hehehe..."
As Fang Xianhu muttered to himself, he