Chapter 1161: The Final Trump Card

After standing in place for a long time, Fenyue Sect's Elder finally snapped out of his daze. When he looked at Ning Fan inside the formation again, the expression in his eyes was no longer as resolute as before.

"Even if he has broken through three formations, so what? This last one is certainly not something he can break through!"

"This is my final trump card! If he can break through it, I'll call him Master!"

Having dealt with formations for many years, he had never encountered someone who could easily decipher his formations.

Now, even as he spoke, he didn't have much confidence.

Ning Fan stood in the formation, feeling the cold air continuously being devoured within his body, and he slowly exhaled a long breath of white vapor.

This ice rain was indeed formidable, capable of even freezing his spiritual power.

Unknowingly, even before this supposed formation, Ning Fan had already experienced colder cold airs than what was present.