Fatty Wu suddenly grinned: "Senior Brother Cao, the opponent's formation has entered a cycling state. That proves the formation has no other variations left."
Fatty Wu perked up. The reason he'd been wary of this formation was that it shifted fast, had countless variations, and each shift brought a different lethal threat.
It had been taxing for Fatty Wu. However, although this formation was powerful and complex, its actual tier wasn't particularly high.
Fatty Wu was quite certain—the person who had laid this formation couldn't possibly be overwhelmingly strong. If the formation master truly were at the peak of power, with such a wondrous formation, trapping the two of them to death wasn't beyond the realm of possibility.
Just as Fatty Wu gathered his strength to deploy his formation-breaking technique, the formation suddenly retracted.
Whoosh!
Before their eyes, everything returned to normal.
The illusory formation had vanished without a trace. The two of them were still standing by the roadside, surrounded by dense thickets and forests, with wild grass growing everywhere along the path.
Fatty Wu's expression shifted between dark and light as he glanced around, frowning. "Senior Brother Cao, I was wondering how this guy's formation could change so quickly. Seems he's not necessarily some formation grandmaster after all."
"What do you mean?" Cao Jin asked, puzzled.
"There are no residual traces of formation work anywhere around here. If it were a powerful formation, there would always be some telltale marks—leftover spiritual energy residue, signs of formation anchors. There's nothing."
"You're saying...?" Cao Jin's face flickered as something suddenly clicked.
"This kid definitely got incredibly lucky and stumbled upon some powerful formation disc, but he doesn't really know how to use it. That's why the formation's simulated tier isn't high! A formation disc!"
At the mention of this, greed surfaced in Fatty Wu's eyes.
For a formation grandmaster, a formation disc was even more attractive than a Heaven Grade spiritual medicine.
With Fatty Wu's expertise in formations, how could he fail to recognize that this wasn't a hand-laid formation but one simulated through a formation disc?
A hand-laid formation required time and formation flags. Even at the foundation-building stage, there would inevitably be traces of the work visible all around. And after the formation was broken, residual formation runes would dissipate into the void.
But Fatty Wu had felt none of this.
That could only mean one thing: the person who set the formation hadn't relied on superior formation techniques, but had simulated it with a formation disc.
Formations simulated by a disc had considerable advantages—speed, simplicity, ease of deployment and withdrawal.
But using a formation disc didn't necessarily make one a formation grandmaster.
"Senior Brother Cao, I'll give you all of
Cao Jin thought for a moment, then considered that a single formation disc wouldn't be of much use to him anyway. He nodded: "Deal."
As the two spoke, they suddenly sensed an enormous force bearing down from above.
Looking up, they saw an entire mountain plummeting straight toward them.
"Dodge!"
Cao Jin was startled but didn't panic. His great hand shot up, and with tremendous force he actually held the mountain aloft.
His arm blazed with radiant light as he shook it, sending the mountain hurtling away.
However, the mountain didn't stop. It came crashing back toward Cao Jin once more.
This mountain was clearly the Magnetic Gold Mountain that
The Magnetic Gold Mountain—tyrannical in its suppression, overwhelming in its might.
A single blow from it would be difficult to withstand even for an Earth Saint realm expert. But Cao Jin was, after all, Cao Jin. His peak Saint realm power was no idle boast.
No matter how the Magnetic Gold Mountain hammered down, Cao Jin blocked it bare-handed every time.
But though Cao Jin was formidable, and repeatedly tried to shatter the mountain completely, no matter how staggering a force he unleashed, he couldn't crack it in the slightest.
"This mountain is peculiar!"
Cao Jin was mildly surprised. Even someone as powerful as he could feel that every time the mountain struck, there was an incredibly strong pulling force.
This pulling force was like a strange magnetism—his counterattacks could never land on the mountain's true core.
But Jiang Chen's target was clearly not Cao Jin.
Jiang Chen knew perfectly well that the Magnetic Gold Mountain's current power alone couldn't crush Cao Jin to death. His goal was simply to pin Cao Jin down.
The one his killing blow was truly aimed at was that fat man!
Fatty Wu had been repelled outward by the magnetic force. Seeing Cao Jin tied down by the mountain, he had a pretty good idea that the enemy was trying to separate him from Cao Jin.
But Fatty Wu was a confident man who relied on his own abilities and feared nothing. He activated several talismans in his hand, deploying multiple defensive formations around his body.
Fat people were almost always afraid of death, and those afraid of death always came up with many ways to preserve their lives.
That was precisely why Fatty Wu was so obsessed with studying formations. Because formations often gave you far more chances to survive when your personal strength fell short.
Just then, Fatty Wu suddenly heard several soft pattering sounds near his ear.
In that moment, Fatty Wu was already on edge, seeing enemies in every shadow. At the slightest sound, he grew extremely nervous and quickly scanned his surroundings.