When Qin Fengming brought out the dark mist to shroud his figure, Ning Zexuan and the others had no ulterior thoughts.
As Divine Connection cultivators, each of them naturally had secrets of his own. Qin Fengming did not want others to know how he was casting his technique, which was perfectly understandable.
The dark mist Qin Fengming released had completely sealed off the entrance to the cave, so everyone could be said to know not the slightest about what was happening inside the cave abode. Precisely because of this, they all became highly vigilant and did not dare relax in the slightest.
They were all mighty Divine Connection cultivators, so naturally they needed no reminders from others and knew what they ought to do.
What none of them had expected was that Qin Fengming's attempt to break the formation would last for a very long time.
At first, everyone stood warily several yards from the black dark mist, each gripping one of his own magic treasures in both hands and remaining ready for battle at any moment.
Keeping this up for a day or two was understandable, but after several days, they had begun talking among themselves and relaxing.
Although they had eased up somewhat, they still maintained the necessary vigilance.
It was no rare thing for a formation grandmaster to spend several days or even several dozen days breaking a formation. When Ning Zexuan had removed the restrictions atop the altar back then, he had spent several years at it.
Seeing Qin Fengming's current state, everyone had naturally made mental preparations as well.
What they feared was not that it would take a long time, but that Qin Fengming would end up like Old Ancestor Tianying, suffering the formation's backlash after only a moment.
And the longer the testing