Above the Ninth Heavens.
The Alien Races expert's eyes brimmed with resentment, yet he did not dare attack the grand formation again. The lesson just now still made his heart tremble with fear.
In truth.
It was not just him. At this moment, quite a few experts who had gathered around Purple Firmament Abyss were breaking out in cold sweat.
Some wore expressions of lingering fear.
Luckily, they had been half a beat slower and someone else had struck first. Otherwise, they would have been the unlucky ones.
"This formation is far too terrifying. The vast majority of us truly cannot break it and enter Purple Firmament Abyss."
"That's right. As things stand, there is only one way: we join forces and unleash a full-force strike. Only then can we break the formation."
"Trying to use one grand formation to stop all of us is simply a fool's dream. If we join forces, we will definitely break it. As for the Purple Firmament Origin Iron, once the formation is broken, each can rely on their own abilities."
After their brief shock, many people began discussing through voice transmission again.
Who among those who had come this far was not a formidable figure among heroes? Naturally, they would not be intimidated by Lin Baichuan's grand formation.
Since they could not break the formation alone, they would simply attack together.
Only by joining forces to break the formation would they qualify to contend for the Purple Firmament Origin Iron.
Otherwise, they could only be stopped outside Purple Firmament Abyss, without even the qualifications to sit at the table.
At this moment.
Within Purple Firmament Abyss.
"You still want to join forces? Do you really think Lin is made of clay...?"
A chilling killing intent immediately surfaced in Lin Baichuan's eyes. Though