In Meng City, Yue Luo hovered in midair, watching Wizard Rui's figure vanish into the distance before turning and flying toward the central Martial Arts Arena of Meng City.
"Senior Yue, with the Ancestor going alone like this, could there be danger? Should we go support him?" Guan Yicheng flew forward and cupped his hands.
"Do you think your Ancestor wouldn't have thought of something even you can think of?" Yue Luo looked at Guan Yicheng, then glanced at the other Wu Meng Clan Sky Opening Realm cultivators and laughed softly.
"Senior Yue, what do you mean?"
Guan Yicheng and the others were slightly stunned. The Ancestor had made arrangements long ago?
"Follow me."
As Yue Luo spoke, his figure had already flown above the central Martial Arts Arena of Meng City. A stream of light flew from his sleeve and sank into the arena.
The next moment, majestic spiritual light spread up from the Martial Arts Arena. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was already enveloped by a massive formation.
The formation rippled with astonishing spatial fluctuations. Yue Luo formed seals with both hands, and as runes appeared one after another in midair, the formation's fluctuations gradually lowered, finally becoming steady.
"Stand in position. Once your Ancestor lures the enemy here, you can surround and kill him." Several Formation Artifacts flew out and landed in the hands of Guan Yicheng and the five Sky Opening Realm cultivators.
"So Senior Yue and the Ancestor had already planned this. We were the ones with shallow eyes."
Only at this moment did Guan Yicheng and the others suddenly understand. No wonder the Ancestor had chased out alone. That thief thought this was luring the tiger away from the mountain, never realizing their side was directly planning to catch a