As they continued onward, the group broke through a total of eight formation eyes.
After their first two moves, everyone had come to regard the defenses around the formation eyes as mere weeds beneath their feet, no longer paying them any mind. They had made it this far without danger, yet a sense of peril once again surged through their hearts.
By now, everyone understood why this great formation was called the "Myriad Blood Great Formation": blood-bodied puppets were everywhere within it.
They had traveled in only one direction yet encountered eight formation eyes. Each formation eye had thirty-six stone statues arranged around it. As for how many formation eyes this great formation had in total, there were probably no fewer than one or two hundred. With so many formation eyes, the number of stone statues was truly in the tens of thousands.
The cultivators' control over this great formation was clearly very limited. If someone could manipulate the entire formation and, by tugging one strand, set the whole web in motion, then let alone the dozen or so of them—even a hundred top Mahayana cultivators might be unable to fight so many blood-bodied puppets at once.
And that was without even counting the blood-bodied puppets. If Qin Fengming had not quickly figured out the operating principles of the great formation and comprehended some of its formation markings, then forget breaking through the formation eyes—they would probably have long since been trapped by the whirlpools along the way, struggling desperately to withstand their attacks and unable to escape.
The group stopped and looked toward the vast blood mist surging ahead like an ocean of blood. A terrible premonition suddenly welled up in their hearts.
"We'll probably have to face even more blood-bodied puppets below. Dispelling the blood mist ahead will