Chapter 1579: The True Identity!

The elder, originally a phantom, was gradually materializing. Without the Formation, he was nothing.

At this moment, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He glanced sideways at the Black Sword on his neck and hadn't recovered for a long time.

Had he actually lost?

How was that possible?

Had his many years of expertise in Formation techniques really lost to a young boy?

"Snap!" Ren Feifan, seeing the other party not answering him, smacked the man across the face with the Black Sword, instantly leaving a huge red mark!

"My patience is limited, if you don't speak now, I guarantee I will obliterate your soul. You might want to try."

Ren Feifan's icy voice sounded.

At the same time, his fingers swiftly formed a seal and shot out nine Formation Flags, "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The Formation Flags landed at nine strategic positions around the elder, lining up to encircle him. The old man's face paled significantly, and his lips trembled.