Yanzhu and the middle-aged cultivator surnamed Hu, who had fallen into the murky yellow mist, had no idea why Xie Jiao, having already escaped the Soul Mosquito Beast phantom's pounce, had let out such a shrill, agonized howl.
Naturally, the confusion in their hearts was not what the two needed to figure out at that moment.
As their bodies were suddenly swept up by the murky yellow mist, terror once again surged through both their hearts. They thought they had finally fallen completely into the Soul Mosquito Beast's formidable divine ability.
Yet what puzzled them greatly was that the instant they entered the mist, they immediately determined that this murky yellow mist had not been released by the Profound-Rank Soul Mosquito Beast at all.
Within this murky yellow mist, neither of them sensed the slightest trace of the Soul Mosquito Beast's aura.
After sensing this, a trace of relief actually arose in their hearts.
But the instant that relief appeared, it was immediately replaced by terror. The two suddenly discovered that the space around them had become twisted and unstable.
"Sumeru formation!" The two cried out inwardly at the sight, realizing that they had been enveloped within a Sumeru formation.
Among the countless formations, the Sumeru formation was the most unfathomable.
A powerful Sumeru formation could not be broken through by brute force. If this Sumeru formation was powerful enough, the two would be trapped by the formation until the Sumeru Space itself expelled them.
If that were truly the case, they would instead have been delighted.
But if the Soul Mosquito Beast caught within the formation could break it, the danger facing them would be several times worse than before.
After their battle just now, the two understood that the powerful attack the Soul Mosquito Beast had unleashed at