"This black crystal box no longer belongs to the formation. I estimate it's a ghost artifact with formidable defensive power. The rest is up to you, Fellow Daoist Wen." Lu Xiaotian looked at Wen Changyun.
"Very well. You've made a tremendous contribution to breaking this formation, Fellow Daoist Lu." Wen Changyun raised both hands, and seven golden wheels appeared behind him, humming. Each wheel blazed with dazzling light, like a golden sun rising into the sky.
Lu Xiaotian was inwardly astonished. Comparing his own Misty Flying Sword formation with Wen Changyun's golden wheels, he feared they were worlds apart. Whether on the Crimson Abyss Continent or in the Blue Demon Sea, great cultivators were already among the human race's top fighting forces. After all, beings surpassing great cultivators mostly existed only in legends.
Hum.
One after another, the seven golden wheels slashed into the black crystal box, scattering countless sparks.
Screee!
Two ferocious-looking ghost macaques sprang out of the black crystal box. Each had an aura that had astonishingly reached the late-stage Ghost King realm.
Lu Xiaotian was horrified and immediately retreated. No wonder the ghost race had taken no precautions against this Wheel-Turning formation. If he hadn't possessed the Ice Illusion Eye, he would never have found the formation's core. He might have become lost in this Ten-Direction Macaque Wheel-Turning Formation just like Wen Changyun.
Even after finding the formation's core, without the Realm-Breaking Insect, it would have been nearly impossible to break through the outer defensive restrictions in such a short time. And once the restrictions were broken, guardian formation spirits appeared. Though these two ghost macaques, whose bodies seemed both substantial and illusory, appeared to have little intelligence and belonged to the lowest-grade formation, a formation that had given birth to a spirit was already beyond what