The mist surged and roiled around a certain area, while countless crimson arcs shot through the thunderous rumbling, slicing sharply through the air. Their power was obviously formidable without needing to experience it firsthand.
If it had been an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, his flesh would certainly have burst apart, leaving him gravely wounded.
Yet a figure hovered in midair. Crimson arcs stabbed and hacked in from all directions, but amid the erupting red light, not the slightest trace of blood appeared—clear proof that the figure had suffered no injuries.
Atop the summit of a massive mountain in the distant haze, Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord stood on a stone platform guarded by thirty-six stone statues. His expression was extremely grim.
On another mountain several thousand li away, Bai Jing likewise stood upon a stone platform surrounded by thirty-six stone statues.
Above both their heads floated enormous mirror surfaces several hundred zhang across. The scene displayed within them was precisely that vortex of mist.
The two communicated through the energy mirrors, their voices carried by the mirrors and ringing clearly around the two mountains.
Both were astonished. The Myriad Blood Great Formation had clearly begun operating, and its attacks had already taken shape, yet Qin Fengming, who had entered it, remained there safely. For the two Mahayana cultivators who knew how terrifying the Myriad Blood Great Formation was, this left them nothing but shock.
They had clearly seen Qin Fengming enter the blood vortex of his own accord. At first, they had been delighted, believing they could kill him, but now neither of them entertained that thought anymore.
While the two were stunned, Qin Fengming's heart pounded amid the attacks of crimson arcs filling the sky.
The crimson arcs all around him were razor-sharp and contained corrosive power. They were by no