At that moment, as everyone inside the formation formed hand seals, talismans surged from their bodies, and a tremendous energy that chilled them to the bone enveloped them all.
At the same time, everyone felt that nearly half the magical power within their bodies had been drained away.
As the incantations wound around them, the twenty-four cultivators who had set up the formation began moving rapidly along some exceedingly strange predetermined routes, entirely beyond their control.
The area around them had already been obscured by multicolored mist, making it difficult for them to see even those nearby.
As all the spells were cast, the twenty-four enormous masses of energy, empowered by the countless incantations, appeared even more vast and mighty.
At a chant from Mo Tian, a tremendous aura swept out from the center of the formation, engulfing all the cultivators present almost instantly.
Wherever the aura passed, streams of multicolored energy shot forth, successively merging into the tremendous energy enveloping everyone.
The moment it merged in, Qin Fengming felt that the vast energy surrounding his body, as though being absorbed by a container, had begun to slip beyond his control. Although its aura remained unchanged, under the empowerment of the countless incantations, it began converging toward the area at the center where the multicolored mist was densest.
"Fellow Daoists, retreat to the left front immediately!"
Seeing that the tremendous magical power surging from his body was no longer under his control, Qin Fengming's expression darkened. Blue light shot from his eyes, and an instant later, his voice transmission rang out.
Before the voice transmission had even ended, his body was already swaying. A blurred afterimage shot into the multicolored mist.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" A string of energy tearing through the air rang out. Right after Qin Fengming's voice transmission,