Shen Qionglin and Peony's trapping formation was remarkably effective.
Wang Jixuan controlled his wandering soul as it floated above the grand formation, originally intending to interfere with the nine visitors from the "Mysterious Group Two."
To his surprise—
There was no need for him to act at all.
Peony secretly controlled the hundreds of robots, constantly shifting their positions. Every adjustment was exceptionally precise, and sixty percent of those robots were reserve units.
As for the formation's current effectiveness, the "actual participants" trapped inside had more say in the matter.
Daoist Wang did not even need to use a spiritual-sense secret art to eavesdrop. The other side was already shouting nonstop.
"It's a formation! A formation!"
"No shit! Can't I see that it's a formation? Luo Tianxiang, aren't you a formation grandmaster? Break it already!"
"The formation bases are moving! The formation changes three times in an instant. This poor Daoist cannot find the formation gate at all!"
"Ambushed by Black Storm in the Immortal Restriction Zone, trapped in a formation, unable to prevail even with all our strength."
Daoist Wang glanced sideways.
The four visitors from "Mysterious Group One" were already somewhat bewildered.
They had rushed out of the ambush zone;
But the ever-changing grand formation before them did not merely confuse those inside. It also had an illusionary effect on those outside. Shen Qionglin and Peony had done plenty of homework when designing it.
This had originally been a secret weapon specifically meant for Black Obsidian's group, but it had been dragged out and used ahead of schedule.
Wang Jixuan thought for a moment.
He had to find a way to make the two sides truly clash and spill each other's brains.
"Peony?"
Wang Jixuan's main body picked up the communicator.
"Commander, Peony is here."
"Can you let