"You want to join forces to break the formation? Very well. Attack it together, then, and see whether the restriction I set up to protect the entire island is something you can break."
Hearing the crowd discuss breaking the formation, Qin Fengming's calm voice rang out.
His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the thunderous waves and entered the ears of every cultivator present with perfect clarity.
The crowd was shaken, but no one said anything more. They all turned and flew toward the distant island. In an instant, more than a thousand cultivators came to a halt outside the island.
"We'll attack together, striking as we please. I refuse to believe the island's restriction can withstand the combined might of attacks from all thousand-plus of us." Cultivator Lu spoke again, faintly displaying the bearing of a leader among the masses.
"Exactly. Everyone, give it your all. Don't hold anything back."
"Success or failure rests on this one move. That man doesn't dare truly face us head-on. As long as we break the island's restriction, we can save a huge amount of spirit herbs."
Several shouts rose from the crowd. Everyone's spirits surged, and vast waves of energy once again surged around the cultivators.
The crowd did not cluster together. Instead, they kept several dozen feet, or even a hundred-odd feet, between one another, forming a continuous ring that almost wrapped around half the island.
Although they had not combined their attacks in advance, their cultivation levels were not low, and they knew how to maximize the power of their attacks.
As their shouts fell, attacks filled the sky and rapidly appeared outside the island. Lights of every color flashed, surging energy roiled, and attacks capable of splitting mountains and sundering rocks shot forth. They did not intertwine