Prison Dragon Stronghold!
Wei Fan had slain several of Prison Dragon Stronghold's chiefs in succession; even the stronghold master, Wu Qiulong, had died beneath his blade. To be honest, at this moment, there were very few bandits in Prison Dragon Stronghold who were not trembling with fear.
Before the great seal could return after missing its target, Wei Fan unleashed a heaven-shocking slash.
"Don't run! Running will only make you die faster!"
Seeing people fail to unite against Wei Fan at such a moment, Third Chief could not help but roar in fury.
He wanted to run too, but even Wu Qiulong had been unable to escape Wei Fan. He had even less of a chance.
Only by relying on the grand formation Prison Dragon Stronghold had built over many years did he have a sliver of hope of surviving Wei Fan. Yet he had not expected that, gripped by fear, so many people would lose even their reason.
Boom...
As the blade light fell, Third Chief's Golden Body, at the center of the formation, trembled violently. The recoil nearly caused his Golden Body to explode.
At the same time, the surrounding mountains and earth shook along with it, and countless massive boulders tumbled down from the mountains.
"Who in the world was the first to provoke this monster?"
Third Chief's face was filled with shock. Only now did he understand what kind of terrifying monster Wu Qiulong and the others had faced.
Prison Dragon Stronghold's grand formation was not only connected to the surrounding mountains and earth veins; divine weapons had been buried at every key node.
Yet beneath Wei Fan's single slash, the light screen above Prison Dragon Stronghold swiftly filled with dense cracks, as though it were about to shatter. Many of those still persevering in pouring