Qin Fengming, who had studied various kinds of formations to some extent, heard the mocking laughter coming from afar. Just as he was about to move again, his body suddenly froze, and he stopped.
Hearing Elder Bai speak with such certainty, he knew that ordinary methods would no longer be effective if he wanted to break this formation.
Standing where he was, Qin Fengming's expression grew exceedingly solemn, and sharp light flickered incessantly in his eyes.
Although Elder Bai had spoken with extreme confidence, after carefully weighing the matter, Qin Fengming had still gained some understanding of this formation. He had once seen an introduction to it in an ancient tome. It said that in ancient times, there were some formations whose inner space would move along with the cultivator after they were set up, stretching without limit.
It was as though the edge of the formation were infinitely distant. For a cultivator who fell inside, attacking the formation's barrier would be extremely difficult, because it was nearly impossible to detect the barrier's edge.
Now, hearing Elder Bai speak from outside the formation, Qin Fengming's heart jolted, and he suddenly thought of this kind of formation.
"Hmph, I never thought you would actually carry an ancient talisman formation with you. However, this Sumeru formation can only conjure late Ghost Commander-level ghosts. Even if it possesses some extraordinary abilities, I don't think its power will be all that great. It is merely a trapping formation.
"Moreover, it only possesses a slight Sumeru Space effect. Compared with those true Sumeru prohibitory formations, it may not even possess one ten-thousandth of their power. If you think you can trap this Qin with merely such a formation, I'm afraid it won't be so easy."
"What? You actually know the name of a Sumeru formation?