Chen Feng picked up a pear, found a spot to sit down, and watched the show unfold. It wasn't just that Martin was a foreigner who didn't understand Huaxia's formations—even a cultivator who did would find it no easy task to decipher Chen Feng's Grand Heavenly Maze Formation in a short time. If it had been anywhere else, it might not have been so easy for Chen Feng to deal with him, but Martin, unfortunately, had come right into his territory. Wasn't this just like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?
An hour went by, two hours, three hours... Martin was still walking in circles, staring at a place just a few steps away, yet no matter what he tried, he couldn't reach the other side. It was as if he were lost in a different dimension.
