Hearing Qin Fengming's calm, composed words, Li Jitong and the other six were shocked and enraged, but they did not stop. They continued casting their arts with all their might, hoping to activate the restrictions on the plaza.
Yet very soon, they became completely certain that the restrictions here had indeed been broken by their opponent's technique.
As the seven stopped casting and no longer activated the restrictions, the icy mist filling the plaza rapidly vanished as well.
The seven understood that without being able to activate the restrictions to attack their enemies, the mist had lost its use. Once the battle began, the mist alone could not possibly withstand their opponent's attacks.
As the icy aura around them receded, Qin Fengming, his face wearing a mocking smile, reappeared on the plaza.
At this moment, only Qin Fengming knew how tense he was inside.
He had indeed cast a spell over the plaza, but the talisman-pattern technique he had used consisted only of Spirit Patterns that slightly disrupted the formation's operation.
If Li Jitong and the other six had activated the plaza's restrictions with all their might for a moment and forcefully covered those disruptive Spirit Patterns, the plaza's restrictions would certainly have been brought into operation by the seven. At that point, they truly would have become lambs awaiting slaughter.
However, Li Jitong and the other six did not know the formation's exact condition. After Qin Fengming stated that there was a formation here and allowed them to cast their arts and activate it, they saw that the formation's effects were not apparent and immediately made the wrong judgment, despite their countless experiences.
"Hmph. Even without the formation here, the seven of us can still capture and kill you all, then offer you as sacrifices to Ascension Hall." Jing