Xiang Yanxiu was a powerful body refinement cultivator, while Bai Yan cultivated spells, yet in their head-on clash, Bai Yan seemed more like the body refinement cultivator. First, Xiang Yanxiu was one minor realm below Bai Yan; second, Bai Yan's formation had already drained a considerable amount of his strength; third, Xiang Yanxiu had launched this strike in great haste.
Deep down, he had never expected to break the opponent's formation with a single strike. Though delighted, he was just as surprised by the result. Instinctively, Xiang Yanxiu felt that Bai Yan's formation should not have been so imposing on the outside yet hollow within. Even after finding the method and location for breaking it, he had expected this strike to do no more than halt its attacks.
After that, it would come down to which of them could act faster. Would Bai Yan conceal the formation barrier again, or would Xiang Yanxiu's relentless attacks force him to resist with nothing but the formation's residual power, before Xiang Yanxiu finally broke free by force?
Thus, at the instant the formation broke, although Xiang Yanxiu saw Bai Yan attack without hesitation, he had yet to locate the vixen Chi Wu. He still held some strength in reserve and could not throw everything he had into attacking Bai Yan alone.
Yet as Xiang Yanxiu retreated, Bai Yan, who had sensed the problem with the formation beforehand, swept out his divine sense and was the first to see a sight that nearly made his eyes split with fury. Within a damaged formation, a young cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground. His entire body was a glaring crimson, the clothes across his chest were soaked in blood, and fresh blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.
The young cultivator had not only