At least ten thousand martial artists had come to the Starfall Continent outpost. Jun Changxiao knew that at least ninety percent of them were there to watch the show, especially those from planes like Chihai Continent that bore grudges.
Go ahead and watch.
That was your right.
But after the Eternal Sect Disciples worked their fingers to the bone putting on a show, for them to leave right after watching was simply indefensible!
Fortunately, Jun Gousheng had the foresight to have Elder Zhen set up formations in advance, laying down layer upon layer of Thunder Arrays outside the spectator area. Otherwise, everyone would have already fled clean away.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The Purple Lin Demon King and Ding Xingwang flew over, hovering outside the formations and each releasing their auras to envelop the area, forming a second layer of defense to prevent any fish that slipped through the net from escaping.
Thunder Arrays in front, Earth Rank Experts behind.
The martial artists from planes such as Chihai Continent and Lingyun Continent were immediately contained within an extremely small area.
There were quite a lot of them too, at least four or five thousand.
Hong Yao's expression grew increasingly unsightly.
Wouldn't it have been better to drink tea at home? Why did he have to come here to watch the fun?
And now look at this—he was surrounded so tightly that not even water could seep through. Even if he fought his way out of the encirclement, he would surely suffer grievous losses!
The experts from Lingyun Continent and Sword Control Continent also regretted coming to join the excitement. Otherwise, how could they have ended up in such a predicament?
In this regard, Mo Shangsheng of the Nine Heavens Continent had been rather clever. He had always obediently remained in the outpost,