Lu Feng followed the others toward the ancient tower. The instant he stepped into the formation barrier, an obscure pressure descended upon him, making his entire body tremble abruptly.
The pressure was not as heavy as a mountain. Rather, it brushed against him like a light breeze and goose feathers, bringing little discomfort. Yet as he walked, he felt as though the formation had clamped down on the spiritual energy around him and even his soul itself. They would shift along with the formation; those goose feathers could turn into mountains in an instant, leaving him involuntarily uneasy.
This sensation became most apparent whenever they drew near those cultivators sitting cross-legged in the midst of challenging the formation. It was as if, should they dare approach, the formation pressing upon them would immediately change and suppress them to death on the spot.
Although several hundred cultivators were already seated cross-legged in the open ground outside the ancient tower, there was still plenty of vacant space, enough for everyone to sit down.
Just as they reached an open patch not far behind Jun Zi Shuo and prepared to take their seats—
A figure nearby suddenly began convulsing. After only a few spasms, he stopped breathing.
Lu Feng instinctively sensed that, as the man convulsed and struggled, the Soul Power emanating from him was less than a tenth of what it should have been. He must have encountered some mishap within the Soul Burning Saint Fire Tower and had thus met this sudden, violent end.
In his daze—
The dead man abruptly floated up from where he lay, then was pushed out of the barrier by the formation as though it were disposing of garbage.
Everyone's hearts tightened. Only then did they realize that perhaps the many corpses outside had not all