The Unending Contest

The White-Browed Priest clutched his chest, feeling an unbearable discomfort, as if being gnawed by ants.

He took a few deep breaths, and the pain subsided slightly.

However, the backlash he suffered had affected his immediate use of techniques, rendering them useless.

He gazed at the formation above, which had been broken by those who had breached the seal, slowly dissipating.

Helplessly, he sighed, "I have failed…"

Prince Qi was astonished and asked, "Even the curse formation set up by the National Teacher has failed? What about Immortal nun Zhou? Doesn't she have a backup plan?"

"She broke the formation in her dream, so I believe Min'er has failed also," the White-Browed Priest replied.

"Otherwise, she would have already perished in the place where souls are sealed, and the formation would not have changed."

He truly began to see Chu Nanli in a new light.

Prince Qi's face turned cold.

He never expected to invest so much effort and yet achieve such a result!