Just Because You Have Numbers?
The instant it took a step forward, the heaven and earth essence above the entire Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan suddenly changed.
It was not a gathering storm, but a heavy, oppressive force that seemed to come from the abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, crushing the air for a hundred li around into an iron slab.
A grand formation that had just been raised was originally covered in dazzling azure runes, endlessly circulating like a coiled green dragon.
But in that instant, it was as though an ancient divine mountain had crashed down from the Ninth Heaven. With a thunderous bang, the entire formation split open layer by layer, its runes shattering and scattering like drifting fireflies.
It was not just that formation. Even the formation foundations buried deep underground collapsed at the same time, cracks spreading like spiderwebs.
More than a dozen Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan experts operating the grand formation did not even have time to cry out before suffering a terrifying backlash.
Their Physical Bodies exploded directly into Blood Mist. Even their Primordial Spirits could not escape; body and soul were utterly destroyed. Blood Mist filled the air, dyeing dozens of zhang around them red.
"Clan Uncle!"
A young clansman in the distance let out a heart-rending cry, but before his voice could fade, another grand formation collapsed. The formation barrier covering the palaces and buildings was savagely torn apart as if by an invisible hand, releasing a piercing shriek.
The formation platforms embedded with energy stones burst apart, fragments spraying out and riddling several nearby stone pillars with holes.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen formation barriers that had only just been erected crumbled apart at a visible rate, as though they were made of paper.
"What's going on?