The six Sea Clan members had not deliberately concealed their words. Qin Fengming, suspended in midair and exerting all his strength to drive the magic power within his body against the attacks of more than a dozen magic treasures wielded by the six of them, naturally heard every word clearly. Full text reading
When he first heard "Myriad Spirits Array," Qin Fengming's heart stirred, and his brows furrowed tightly.
A formation that could be mentioned by six Sea Clan Integration stage cultivators was undoubtedly extraordinarily powerful; that much was obvious without even thinking about it.
But at this moment, even if Qin Fengming wanted to withdraw, he could no longer do so. Not to mention that six of his magic treasures were being entangled by the enemy, the place where he stood was itself greatly disadvantageous to him. Any casual attack from the six Integration stage Sea cultivators could force him to stop and defend himself, leaving him unable to flee.
Without those six magic treasures, the enemy's attacks would drown him completely in an instant.
And at this moment, he would not abandon those six magic treasures and leave on his own.
As the six Integration stage cultivators across from him formed hand seals and cast their spells, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly turned icy.
Qin Fengming naturally knew of combined attack formations formed by several cultivators joining forces. He himself currently had several such combined attack formations on him.
When he had initially faced the encirclement of several hundred cultivators from the Yin Clan, if Lang Yuan and his group had not possessed the combined attack formation he had taught them, they would have been slain by those hundreds of cultivators long ago.
Of the six Sea cultivators before him, five were late Integration stage cultivators, with even a