The black boar demon struggled desperately, its demonic power fluctuating, causing mud and stones to fly chaotically in all directions.
However, this muddy pit was very deep, and the formation set up around it was extremely sophisticated.
It seemed that without twenty or thirty breaths, this pig monster wouldn't be able to break free.
In a life and death chase like this, twenty or thirty breaths could already determine life or death and was enough time for Mo Hua to escape.
Xun Ziyou let out a slow breath, nodding to himself.
Mo Hua's formation skills were becoming increasingly exquisite.
He didn't simply rely on the power of formations but derived the power of the Eight Trigrams through them, using this to alter the terrain and trap this third-grade monster beast, seeking a chance to escape.
He could think of all this in such a short time and execute it without a single mistake.
This child's talent and comprehension in formations were near-monster-like.
