The three were no ordinary cultivators. Having reached the Profound Tier stage, their knowledge was naturally far from lacking, and they had already endured more than their share of danger. Yet at the sight before them, all three felt a chill rise in their hearts.
Yuan Ming had not explained the specifics beforehand, nor told anyone that he could also activate the formation flags and merge them into the restrictive formation. That alone reeked of something strange.
If there was no conspiracy involved, none of them would believe it.
As Yuan Ming's body vanished, the violent energy suddenly eased. Its surging movements became orderly, like a gigantic sphere slowly rolling through the mountains.
Wherever the sphere of energy passed, trees shook violently, broken branches shot through the air, and rocks flew in all directions, as though a mighty hurricane were sweeping across the land.
What made the remaining people look grim, their brows tightly furrowed, was that the dozen or so cultivators within the violent energy had not revealed their bodies at all.
The enormous sphere of energy blotted out the sky and sun as it swept across heaven and earth, spanning from one mountain peak to the next. Though it moved slowly, the sight was terrifying, as if a mountain-sized beast were charging through the forest. Wherever it passed, sand and stones flew, and heaven and earth dimmed.
The energy that obscured heaven and earth and swept in all directions left everyone shaken. Piercing, razor-sharp howls of wind rang across the wilderness, terrifying and ghastly. Anyone caught within it might have their flesh torn apart alive.
Outsiders could not see the formation controlled by these thirteen cultivators clearly, but Yuan Ming, who controlled it, knew very well that the strands of Spirit Pattern within the surging energy could directly