This is indeed the case. Although Long Yingtian is powerful, he seems to be powerless when facing this seventh-level high-grade formation.
He had tried his best, but no matter whether it was powerful strength or exquisite martial arts, he could not break through the defense of this formation. Every attack was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.
Long Yingtian's face became more solemn, and he knew that his situation at this moment was extremely critical.
However, he did not give up, and was still struggling hard, trying to find a way to break the formation. But it was all in vain, and the trapped beast continued to fight, which would only make him exhaust his energy faster and eventually fall into the abyss of despair.
Seeing that Long Yingtian was unable to escape from the holy pattern formation, Hun Huan's face suddenly showed a look of relief. He knew Long Yingtian's strength well, and if he really allowed him to escape, the consequences would be disastrous.
With Long Yingtian's strength, Hun Huan is no match for him, and the entire Soul Zhen Palace will be in crisis. Therefore, seeing Long Yingtian trapped in the formation and unable to escape, Hun Huan couldn't help but feel relieved.
He sounded as if he had seen the dawn of victory.
"Long Yingtian, don't even think about it. How could the plan that our Soul Clan has prepared for so many years be ruined just because of you?" Hun Huan's voice echoed on the empty battlefield, with a hint of ridicule and pride.
.His face was filled with a winner's smile, as if he had seen the moment of Long Yingtian's defeat.
Long Yingtian didn't say a word, but his expression became increasingly ugly.
He knew that his situation at the moment was extremely critical. Although his life was not in danger for the time being, it was almost impossible to break through this seventh-level high-level formation. His eyes flashed with solemnity and unwillingness, as if he was
A silent struggle against fate.
He is not a person who is good at formations, and he feels a little helpless when it comes to this complex and powerful holy pattern formation.
He could only rely on his powerful brute force to try to break the formation, but every attack was like hitting cotton, unable to cause substantial damage to the formation. The formation seemed to have infinite power, killing him.
Suppressed in it, he could not move.
Long Yingtian couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in his heart. He admitted that he was a little careless. He didn't expect that the Soul Clan would set up such a powerful formation to deal with him. If he hadn't been trapped in this formation, what would he have done?
Will he be afraid of the five temple priests and Hun Huan joining forces? With his strength, he is completely confident to fight them.
But now, everything is different. Five temple priests plus one soul world, their strength has far exceeded his imagination. Long Yingtian felt that he was a little powerless, as if he was bound by an invisible force, unable to
Show your true strength.
Seeing that Long Yingtian remained silent, Hun Huan sneered: "Do you think you are desperate now? No, you will be even more desperate later. Although the older generation fights, we still cannot easily defeat you. Even if we trap you, we
We have spent a lot of effort, but you, the younger generation, will definitely lose."
In that dim and depressing atmosphere, Hunhuan's sneer was like a sharp ice blade in the cold wind, penetrating every inch of space and hitting Long Yingtian's heart.
His voice was low and full of threats, and every word was like a carefully crafted curse, which made people shudder. An imperceptible tremor flashed in Long Yingtian's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to show weakness.
"Don't you think that Ling Xiao is very powerful? Okay, then I will kill him in front of you today." Hun Huan's words were mixed with contempt and cruelty that could not be concealed, and the corner of his mouth raised a ferocious look.
Smile, that smile is like a devil crawling out of the abyss, with endless evil and cruelty.
Hun Huan's ferocious smile echoed in the air, like the most terrifying nightmare under the night, making the surrounding air freeze.
Long Yingtian's face instantly turned as pale as paper. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion. There was a trace of uncontrollable anger and unwillingness in his voice: "Hunhuan, you want to interfere with the young man?"
A battle between generations?”
Long Yingtian's questioning was full of unwillingness and despair. He knew very well Hun Huan's methods and strength. Once Hun Huan really intervened in the struggle of the younger generation, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"No need!" Hun Huan smiled confidently, and that smile was full of absolute certainty of victory. He slowly turned around and looked at Hun Wuxu in the distance with a burning gaze. There was both expectation and order in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "Wuxu, there is no need to hide your strength. You can unleash all your power and kill all the younger generations of the Demon Suppressing Mansion."
Hun Huan's words were like thunder, exploding on the empty battlefield. His voice was full of unquestionable authority and domineering, as if everything was under his control.
Hearing this, Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew that this was an excellent opportunity to show off his strength and win the recognition of Hun Huan.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes like daggers, scanning the younger generation of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, with a cold smile on his lips, as if he had already seen their scene of despair and death.
"Yes!" Hun Wuxu, who was about to kill Ling Xiao, received this order and nodded respectfully. That young but cold face was filled with absolute confidence in his power.
Then, he slowly raised his head and revealed his scornful gaze, like a high and mighty king, looking contemptuously at all the younger generations of the Demon Suppressing Mansion.
A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was cold and arrogant: "You all come together, don't say I bully you, you are really too weak."
Come together!
As Hun Wuxu's provocative and disdainful words fell, the originally noisy place suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on him, as if even the air had solidified.
Arrogant!
I have to say that the sentence "Hun Wuxu" is really arrogant, arrogant to the extreme!
How can the people of Zhenmo Mansion endure this? They are all the proud sons of heaven, how have they ever been insulted like this? Their faces are filled with anger and unwillingness, and their eyes are shining with burning fighting spirit and anger.
At this moment, a tall, muscular man flew out of the crowd, like a cannonball, and flew straight away. He roared, as if he wanted to let go of all the anger and unwillingness in his heart.
Pour out. However, just when this man was about to rush in front of Hun Wuxu, a sudden change occurred!
Hun Wuxu's figure suddenly became blurry, as if blending into the air and disappearing without a trace.
His speed is unbelievable!
Just when everyone was looking for his traces, he suddenly appeared behind the man again, his hands already around the man's throat. His movements were quick and decisive, without any sloppiness, as if everything was in order.