The grand formation dissipated, and Chu Feng's figure emerged.
He was traveling through the air, heading back to this place, and in his hand he held an additional head.
It was the head of a soul body, but this particular head was different from the other soul bodies.
"Was that formation broken by you?" Feng Ling stepped forward to meet him of her own accord and asked.
"Yes," Chu Feng replied.
"How did you break it?" Feng Ling asked.
"Since it's a formation, there naturally has to be a way to break it."
"The creatures inside the formation were born from the formation itself. In a straightforward fight, you could never finish them off."
"Since the normal approach wouldn't work, I had to find an unconventional path."
"When Miss Feng Ling was fighting earlier, I was watching carefully and noticed that one of the soul bodies was rather special."
"I figured it might be the weak point, so…" As Chu Feng spoke, he raised the soul body's head in his hand.
It was clear that this special soul body Chu Feng had slain was the key to breaking the formation.
"Capture the ringleader to catch the rogues — Young Master has a keen eye," Feng Ling said, her gaze toward Chu Feng carrying a noticeably greater measure of respect than before.
The truth was, she had also been observing carefully, searching for a way to break the formation.
But she simply hadn't spotted the flaw. In fact, before Chu Feng brought this head back, she hadn't even noticed the existence of this particular soul body.
So she concluded that Chu Feng's ability to break the formation wasn't some stroke of dumb luck — it was genuine skill.
But soon, Feng Ling's gaze fell upon the head in Chu Feng's hand: "Young Master, if the grand formation has already dispersed, why is this head still intact?"
"I'm not sure either. After I severed it, it simply didn't dissipate. There's nothing particularly special about it, but it could serve as a war trophy." As Chu Feng spoke, he put the head away.
Hum— But the moment Chu Feng stowed the head, a tremendous barrier force appeared all around them.
The barrier force materialized out of thin air, yet it was extraordinarily powerful.
The instant it appeared, it condensed into a massive cage, sealing Chu Feng and Feng Ling inside.
The moment the cage closed, Chu Feng felt his martial force get sealed.
Conversely, his barrier power was released.
It was worth noting that when he had first stepped into the martial force grand formation, not only were his martial techniques rendered unusable, but his barrier power had been sealed as well.
Now the situation was reversed — clearly, the second trial testing his mastery of barrier arts had already begun.
"Is the second round already starting this quickly?"
"This is seriously underhanded — couldn't they at least give us a heads-up?" Upon seeing this, Feng Ling couldn't help but curse.
Chu Feng turned to look at Feng Ling and noticed that the white aura around her body had vanished, and her cultivation was no longer perceptible.
It was obvious that her martial force cultivation had also been sealed.
"Young Master, my barrier arts aren't as good as yours. I'll have to leave this round to you," Feng Ling said to Chu Feng.
"No problem. Leave it to me." Chu Feng smiled, and as he spoke, he released his own barrier power.
At the same time, the surrounding barrier force continued to surge forth at a rapid pace.
Soon, another offensive formation took shape.
Once it materialized, the offensive formation passed through the cage and hurtled toward the two of them.
"Hmph."
But Chu Feng simply waved his hand and blocked the offensive formation with ease.
"Young Master, you—!!!"
The moment she saw this, Feng Ling was completely stunned.
She realized that the barrier combat power Chu Feng was displaying wasn't merely that of a Blue-Robed Spirit World Master.
It was comparable to a Purple Dragon God Robe — equivalent to the combat power of a fourth-tier half-god.
But the next instant, she was even more dumbfounded.
Because Chu Feng began setting up a formation, and this time the power of the formation he was weaving actually surpassed the Purple Dragon God Robe.
That level of power was practically comparable to a Golden Dragon God Robe.
Under these circumstances, despite the fact that offensive formations kept coalescing outside and launching assaults at them, they couldn't even scratch them.
And when Chu Feng completed his formation, the barrier cage that had trapped them crumbled apart.
With that, the barrier force that had been surging ceaselessly finally stopped.
"What does this mean — did we already pass this round?" Feng Ling looked at Chu Feng, finding it hard to believe.
Because this had been way too easy.
"I think we did," Chu Feng said with a smile.
And seeing that confident smile of his, Feng Ling's expression shifted once more.
Breaking the formation may have looked simple, but it was only simple for Chu Feng.