As Lu Qing cast one Magic Art after another, they landed on the formation light screen.
The first layer of light screen immediately trembled slightly. A few breaths later, it quietly dissolved.
Without pausing, Lu Qing continued forming hand seals and sent them onto the second light screen.
Very soon, the second light screen was also broken after only a few breaths.
Next came the third light screen.
When Lu Qing began breaking the formation, he had not initially drawn anyone's attention.
After all, time was pressing. The vast majority of the powerful cultivators still here were already on the verge of elimination.
Thus, everyone had focused their attention on the formation Light Screens before them, with no time to spare for anyone else.
But as Lu Qing rapidly broke one layer of formation light screen after another, the repeated disturbances of light screens vanishing one after the next—
It finally caught the attention of several powerful cultivators not far from him, who turned to look his way.
And that single look was enough to make those cultivators' eyes widen.
They saw that around that fifth-tribulation brat, seven of the nine formation Light Screens had already disappeared. Only the final two remained.
"How is that possible? How did that brat do it?"
The cultivators found it hard to believe. They had not forgotten that this fifth-tribulation brat had only entered a short while ago.
By all reason, he should at most still have been comprehending the formation. How could he have already broken seven layers of formation Light Screens so quickly?
The cultivators stared wide-eyed at Lu Qing, watching intently to see exactly how he did it.
Then, in the very next moment, they were even more shocked.
They saw Lu Qing casually cast a string of Magic Arts, so