A flickering illusory screen reflected the scene in the Round Hall. Within the spacious hall, two figures hurriedly worked, inspecting and tracing the patterns on the ground.
An eyeball hung down from the void, watching the screen and the busy scene within it. Its blood-red pupil curved slightly, like the corner of a raised mouth.
"I think I have an idea. Can the rune formation on the ground be replicated?"
He Ao lowered his head, looking at the runes before him as he asked softly.
"It should be possible."
Li Cheng raised his hand. Countless streams of light flashed by, and in an instant, a complex formation made of lightning was outlined above the entire hall floor.
Upon closer inspection, the formation was exactly the same as the one throughout the hall, without the slightest difference.
Flickering electricity flowed through the formation like water, forming an indescribable and ancient aura.
Then, the lightning formation swiftly rose until it hovered above their heads.
He Ao passed beneath the shining electricity, studying the densely packed formation runes one by one.
Many of these runes were broken, while many others had blank sections missing, leaving the entire formation incomplete.
"Try filling in this line?"
He Ao walked to a break in the pattern and gently raised his hand. His fingertip traced across the line, drawing downward along an arc.
Li Cheng watched the line He Ao was drawing. Diffuse lightning flowed along the path of He Ao's hand, filling in the missing section.
The moment the lines connected, the entire formation suddenly flickered.
He Ao's heart tightened.
Li Cheng's lightning contained a trace of the Spear of Andarville's power. Though there was not much of that power itself, the rank it carried gave it a certain mystical significance.
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