"Impossible. How could the Ten Great Immortal Sects be hiding so many experts without me knowing a thing?"
Zhou Qingyuan muttered to himself, fine beads of sweat seeping across his forehead. His grip tightened unconsciously around the magic artifact in his hand, making it tremble with a faint hum.
Chen Ze watched the panicked crowd with a leisurely expression, a cold smile curling across his lips. His voice echoed over the battlefield like a great bell:
"Do you still think you can easily flatten the Wanze Sect now?"
Chen Ze's voice carried an unquestionable force, like a heavy hammer smashing viciously into everyone's hearts.
With a thought from him, the High-grade Spirit Stones and formation flags scattered like celestial maidens strewing blossoms instantly burst with blinding light, so dazzling that no one could open their eyes.
The Spirit Stones and formation flags resonated with one another, arranging and combining along an arcane trajectory. In the blink of an eye, they formed a massive and intricate formation.
The instant the formation took shape, it enveloped Wanze City, the Ten Great Immortal Sects, and the army of the Great Gan Imperial Family.
Immediately afterward, two Seventh-grade Formations—the Hua Ling Seal Formation and the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Formation—unleashed their might together.
Within the formation, wild winds howled as sand and stones flew, as though countless invisible hands were wantonly stirring everything up.
The wind wailed like ghosts crying and wolves howling, while the flying sand scattered like hidden weapons, striking faces with stinging pain.
The experts of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, who had been preparing to encircle Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan, were thrown into disarray by this sudden upheaval.
Their bodies were involuntarily dragged about by the gale, and their coordination crumbled in an instant.
"What is going on?"