Land of Ice.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."
The earth was trembling.
Everyone knew it was caused by that gigantic White Skeleton fighting underground.
Though they had no idea what kind of existence could possibly contend against the hundred-meter giant that had stepped down from the heavens.
At this moment, faced with that intense icy aura.
No one thought of retreating.
"Has the grand formation been broken yet? It feels like we're running out of time. The tremors are getting worse—I reckon the battle over there is about to end."
"If we don't break this grand formation soon, once that gigantic White Skeleton turns around, everyone here will die!"
Before the grand formation, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
Yet the icy barrier before them, even under the combined bombardment of more than thirty people, had only cracked with a few faint lines. There was not the slightest sign of it exploding apart.
"Damn it, why does this damned place have so many grand formations?"
"We can't blast it open at all!"
"Where's Elder Zhao?"
"Have Elder Zhao and the others found a way to break the formation?"
Someone asked.
They turned to look at the small circle off to one side, formed solely by several old men.
But when they saw them scratching their heads and tugging at their ears, everyone was disappointed.
Judging by the look of things, they could not break the formation either.
"There's no way..."
Elder Zhao sighed and said shamefacedly, "There's too little time. This old man cannot make heads or tails of it."
"Alas."
Everyone sighed at his words.
They might have been disappointed, but no one showed it too clearly.
Hardly anyone broke out into curses, and they were rational enough about it.
After all, the principles involved in grand