After the violent spiritual power had ravaged the area, dust and smoke filled the sky, obscuring everyone's vision.
Prince Kang and the others circulated their cultivation to disperse the dust before them, staring unblinkingly at the center of the battlefield.
The seventh-grade Hua Ling Seal Formation had dimmed considerably, yet it still stood stubbornly firm, showing no sign whatsoever of being breached.
Even Su Xinghe's attack had failed to shake its foundation.
"How could this be..."
Su Xinghe's expression was terrifyingly gloomy. He had never imagined it.
They had gathered the spiritual power of so many subordinates to launch such a powerful attack.
Yet they still could not break Wanze City's defensive formation.
The fury in his heart burned even more fiercely, while he was also shocked by the formation's might.
The people of Xuantian Hall looked at one another, the confidence and fervor in their eyes gradually replaced by fear and unease.
They had thought that, with the Hall Master's formidable strength and everyone joining forces, breaking the formation would be easy. They had never expected such an outcome.
Prince Kang and the others were equally stunned by what they saw.
They knew full well how powerful Su Xinghe's strike had been. If it had been them facing such an attack, they likely would have found it difficult to withstand.
Xuantian Hall's overall strength was still far greater than theirs.
But now, they were even more wary of the situation within Wanze City and realized that this operation was far more troublesome than they had imagined.
Zhao Yun let out a long breath. That attack just now had truly been perilous beyond measure.
Asking the master to set up a formation for Wanze City had indeed been an extremely wise decision.
Were it not for the Hua Ling Seal