Now that Old Man Ning and Fatty Duan were dead, and six more people had left midway to head north, there were actually only seven people left at Stone Lake. That was a number Wang Yu could already handle.
He took out the high-grade formation flags he had gained from Old Man Ning. This formation was different from the Blood Mist Spirit Concealment Formation he had bought to protect his temporary cave abode. This was an entrapment formation.
It was called the Eight Directions Bewildering Spirit Formation. The "spirit" in its name referred to divine sense, not gods and deities. It had the effect of confusing a Qi Refining Cultivator's divine sense, making those within the formation unable to distinguish direction.
It counted as an illusion-type entrapment formation.
Wang Yu turned his wrist and flicked with a deft force. Eight forearm-length flags fell around Stone Lake. After ripples spread through the air in waves, everything returned to silence.
With the naked eye, there was no way to see that a formation had been set up here.
After confirming it, Wang Yu tore the ordinary clothes on his body until they were ragged and threadbare, then rubbed his cheeks. Once he had shaped an expression of terror, he began panting in great gasps.
A short while later.
The night grew even lonelier. Wang Yu descended from midair onto the surface of Stone Lake, his voice carrying down into the water.
"Disaster! Disaster! Fellow Daoist Ning has been discovered by people of the righteous path!"
"Someone come quickly! Quickly..."
The surface of Stone Lake immediately began to ripple. Seven Black Robe Figures broke through the water and stood upon it. Seeing Wang Yu in such a sorry state, they asked anxiously, "What happened? Where's Boss Ning?"
"Quick, come with me. Fellow Daoist