After the drawing results were confirmed, Fang Hong and Gu Feng simultaneously ascended the martial arts stage.

Under the instructions of the humanoid puppet, the second round of competition officially commenced.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, we truly are fated. I never imagined that after parting ways on the trading street half a year ago, we would meet again here and even become opponents."

"Furthermore, in just half a year, your Cultivation has actually advanced from the former Early Stage Immortal King to the Mid-stage Immortal King!"

"This speed of Cultivating is truly formidable; this old man can’t help but feel admiration."

Gu Feng was the first to speak, greeting Fang Hong with a gentle smile on his face.

"No problem, no problem, Fellow Daoist. Considering that I spent one hundred million Immortal Stones to purchase the yin yang dragon phoenix tree from you back then, why don’t you just let me win this time? How about it?" Fang Hong teased.

"That simply won’t do."

"This old man has admired the Dao lineage for a long time. Since I finally have the chance to compete for a spot, how could I easily miss such a golden opportunity?" Gu Feng waved his hand, his smile gradually receding, and his gaze becoming serious.

"Moreover, I am well aware that Fellow Daoist Fang possesses great strength."

"This old man witnessed the methods you used to defeat Fellow Daoist Kong Ma, so today I will meet you with my full strength, holding absolutely nothing back!"

As he finished speaking, Gu Feng stopped talking, flipping his right hand, and a pitch-black staff appeared in his grasp.

Gu Feng gripped the staff and struck the stage beneath his feet fiercely.

"Boom!"

A muffled roar rang out. The moment the black staff in Gu Feng’s hand touched the stage floor, the entire stage instantly emitted a layer of purple light.

The purple light spread like flowing water, covering the entire surface of the stage in the blink of an eye!

Fang Hong’s heart stirred; a complex formation had quietly taken shape, completely enveloping the stage.

"To be able to deploy such an intricate formation in an instant, Fellow Daoist possesses skillful means."

A trace of surprise flashed in Fang Hong’s eyes, and he immediately offered praise to Gu Feng.

The black staff in Gu Feng’s hand was no ordinary object; it was a special Third-Grade Dao Artifact.

Furthermore, this Dao Artifact clearly had a close connection with the formation, and it was likely the key to activating this formation.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Fang gives me too much credit. The truly powerful part is still ahead." Gu Feng smiled confidently, rotating the hand holding the black staff slightly.

Following his movement, the power of the formation was instantly propelled to its extreme.

Fang Hong immediately felt his Immortal Power subjected to a powerful suction force, beginning to rapidly drain uncontrollably, continuously being absorbed by the formation beneath him!

Fang Hong immediately released bone-chilling cold Qi to envelop his entire body, attempting to block the loss of Immortal Power.

But what he had not expected was that this bizarre formation actually ignored his ice defense entirely.

The Immortal Power continued to drain rapidly, showing no signs of slowing down.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, how do you like the taste of this formation?"

"Given your reserves of Immortal Power, how much longer can you hold out under the effect of this Immortal Devouring formation?" Gu Feng looked at Fang Hong, a hint of a smug smile on his face.

"I actually have some confidence when it comes to Immortal Power, Fellow Daoist. I’m afraid you will be disappointed..."

Fang Hong showed no sign of panic, instead giving Gu Feng a faint smile.

He simultaneously Cultivated eleven Laws, and the Immortal Power within his body was far deeper than that of ordinary Cultivators, resembling a vast ocean. What he feared least was this kind of war of attrition.

Forget that this formation only absorbs Immortal Power; even if the rate of consumption were several times faster, Fang Hong could still sustain it for a long time.

Fang Hong ceased passive defense, raising his right hand, and the power of the Ice Law within his body surged frantically.

Bone-chilling cold Qi suddenly erupted from his palm, sweeping toward Gu Feng opposite him.

Wherever the cold Qi passed, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the stage floor was instantly covered by a thick layer of ice.

Gu Feng had anticipated this. A ball of purple Dao Fire instantly emerged in his palm, emitting a scorching Aura.

Just as Fang Hong’s cold Qi was about to approach him, that ball of purple Dao Fire suddenly swelled!

A wave of heat swept out, firmly blocking the cold Qi. The two collided, producing sizzling sounds and generating a large amount of white mist.

Gu Feng’s strength was indeed not to be underestimated. Not only did he possess the Cultivation of a Late Stage Immortal King, but he also simultaneously Cultivated the Law of Darkness and the Law of Blazing Fire.

The mutual coordination of the two Great Dao Laws made Gu Feng’s strength far surpass that of ordinary Late Stage Immortal King Cultivators.

Furthermore, Gu Feng’s strategy was very clear: he did not actively launch an attack, but instead leveraged the advantage of the formation to continuously drain Fang Hong’s Immortal Power.

He intended to wait until Fang Hong’s Immortal Power was depleted and his strength greatly reduced, then seize the opportunity to strike, crushing Fang Hong in one move and securing victory in this match.

It must be said that Gu Feng’s strategy was indeed very sound.

If it were any other Mid-stage Immortal King Cultivator, facing such a formation and Gu Feng’s strength, they would likely be depleted of Immortal Power quickly and have no choice but to surrender.

However, no matter how thorough Gu Feng’s calculations were, he never anticipated that Fang Hong’s Immortal Power was profound to such an extent.

Although this Immortal Devouring formation was formidable, trying to use it to exhaust the Immortal Power within Fang Hong’s body was simply wishful thinking.

This war of attrition, which seemingly favored Gu Feng, was destined for his failure from the start... Fang Hong no longer wanted to toy with Gu Feng. With a thought, the Immortal Power within his body suddenly surged, immediately raising his Immortal Power output to another level.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion erupted on the stage, and the cold Qi pouring from Fang Hong’s palm instantly transformed.

It transformed from a rapid current into a monstrous wave, carrying bone-chilling coldness, fiercely crushing toward Gu Feng!

"H-how is that possible?!"

Gu Feng’s pupils contracted violently, and he was instantly intimidated by this magnificent Aura.

In that instant just now, he clearly felt that the Immortal Power within Fang Hong was like an boundless ocean, vast and profound, with no bottom in sight!

"Buzz!"

The chilling cold Qi whistled past. Before Gu Feng could recover from his shock, the monstrous cold Qi had already completely submerged him.

The purple flame he desperately maintained in his hand did not even have a chance to struggle before being instantly extinguished.

Immediately after, bone-chilling coldness spread through his limbs and body. In the space of a single breath, Gu Feng was frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture!

The staff in his hand, which emitted strange fluctuations, was also encased in a thick layer of ice.

As the staff was frozen, the Immortal Devouring formation, which originally covered the entire stage, instantly lost its Immortal Power support, gradually dimmed, and finally ceased operation completely.

Through the transparent layer of ice, one could clearly see the deep look of horror still remaining on Gu Feng’s face inside the ice sculpture.

Fang Hong condensed a wisp of Immortal Power on his fingertip, which instantly transformed into a giant ice hammer, smashing toward Gu Feng.

With a crisp crack, the ice sculpture shattered instantly.

The frozen Gu Feng was instantly sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood, and heavily slammed into the restriction barrier at the edge of the stage, making a dull thud.