Si Rong and the others' expressions turned grave. They had heard how powerful Ancestor Jiao Wei's cloud-and-rain divine ability was.
Through the crystal wall, they could not see Qin Fengming's situation inside the grand formation clearly. However, they knew that the formation's entire area had been completely covered by clouds and rain. Qin Fengming could not leave the formation, so he was bound to be attacked by the clouds and rain constantly.
At the thought that this was Ancestor Jiao Wei's proudly displayed innate divine ability, everyone felt waves of chill.
Without the grand formation, Qin Fengming could still force his way out from beneath the cloud-and-rain cover while dealing with Jiao Wei's attacks. But now, Qin Fengming could only remain in the clouds and rain for an extended period and find a way to break his opponent's divine ability.
Recalling Qin Fengming's various methods, Si Rong could not think of any means that would make Ancestor Jiao Wei stop casting his technique.
For a time, Si Rong, Venerable Jie Mie, and the other Mahayana cultivators familiar with Qin Fengming were stretched taut with extreme tension. They seemed even more nervous than if they themselves had been inside the grand formation.
Ancestor Jiao Wei's shout reached Qin Fengming's ears, and his heart tightened as well.
The negative aura within the clouds and mist was indeed powerful. It gave one the feeling of being lost in a hazy world, as if heaven and earth were spinning and one could no longer tell east from west. At the same time, the soul energy within his body seemed to be stirred by some aura, circulating and being consumed on its own.
The falling rain blades were razor-sharp and possessed an astonishing ability to pierce defenses. Each raindrop carried terrifying power. When the Qinglin