Giant Son's True Form

The white-clad figure was trapped within the formation, pacing back and forth without ever finding a way out.

Mr. Song watched with interest for a moment, then gradually frowned.

He turned his head and said, "The Mohist School's formations are certainly remarkable, but that incense stick controlling the Giant Son can probably burn for only another five minutes."

Mr. Song's brows twitched. "Liu Di is highly intelligent. He may very well notice something amiss!"

Mo Lan smiled faintly. "I originally thought the Dragon Confinement Array alone would be enough, but the Giant Son in Command prefers to leave nothing to chance."

Mo Lan swept his gaze across the surrounding wilderness. "The Mohist School possessed peerless formations that led the world a thousand years ago. Now that technology has advanced, Mohist mechanisms have naturally evolved as well. So today, San Zhi Po naturally has modern formations too!"

At the same time.

A majestic voice came from the enormous figure atop San Zhi Po. It somehow crossed a thousand meters and resounded across the land.

He said, "Set the formation."

Then.

The Mohist disciples stationed at intervals around the outer perimeter of San Zhi Po all nodded in unison!

These people had stood there in silence even before Liu Di arrived. There were more than five hundred of them, completely encircling San Zhi Po.

Mr. Song was stunned as well. "I thought they were merely guards."

Elder Fanxi was also startled. "There's more?"

The next moment.

The Mohist disciples took out three-section cylindrical technological devices. After twisting them together, they drove them straight into the ground beneath their feet.

Then, the Mohist disciples used the electromagnetic shield devices on their bodies to power the cylindrical devices.

In an instant, the devices activated, and more than five hundred blue beams shot into the