Yet this laughter made Liu Ziye feel a twinge of unease.
"Why are you laughing?" Liu Ziye's smile stiffened, and he countered Chen Yang.
"Why laugh? Naturally, I'm laughing at your arrogance. Relying on Formless Divine Skill, do you really think you're invincible?" Chen Yang chuckled.
The ominous foreboding in Liu Ziye's heart grew stronger.
"What do you mean?"
"You'll soon know what it means." Chen Yang sneered, then clasped his hands together, forming a peculiar hand seal, and shouted: "Prison Dragon Formation, rise!"
Buzz...
The moment Chen Yang uttered the word "rise", a sudden brilliance enveloped Liu Ziye, forming a square formation only four or five meters long and wide.
Liu Ziye, startled by the sudden appearance of the formation, instinctively fled into the space, attempting to escape its confinement.
But unfortunately.
He was too arrogant, always believing Chen Yang couldn't harm him, so he had long let his guard down.
