Breaking the Soul-Locking Formation

“I didn’t intend to be so ruthless, but you left me no choice,” sighed Qiu Yuanfeng, his dark pupils clouded with an unshakeable gloom.

The Soul-Locking Formation was a forbidden array, one he would only resort to in dire circumstances.

Xu Yi had come prepared, and today, they would determine a victor between them.

If Qiu Yuanfeng refrained from using the Soul-Locking Formation, he would undoubtedly be the one to face defeat in the end.

But with this method, he still had a fighting chance. The choice was clear, and there was no need for further explanation.

“Do you feel that sudden chill creeping closer?”

“My eyelids are twitching; it seems like something ominous is about to happen.”

“What does Lord Qiu mean? I have a bad feeling about this.”

Standing in the water and hiding in the back row, Zhen Xiu and the other cultivators sensed the impending storm, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.

“What are you talking about, Qiu Yuanfeng?”