Kunpeng did not stand on ceremony. He turned and came to Dijun's side.
Daoist Rongku was only at the mid-stage of the quasi-saint realm, and already struggled against Dijun, who was at the late stage. Now that Dijun had Kunpeng's aid, the situation had become greatly unfavorable.
With the pressure multiplying, Daoist Rongku could only defend himself. Even Dijun greatly admired Kunpeng's demonic arts.
Then Eastern King Gong suddenly let out a great roar and flung out an enormous formation diagram. As his hands formed seals, a vast surge of chaotic primal power flowed from the diagram.
Eastern King Gong shouted, "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, rise!"
In the next instant, everyone on the battlefield at Penglai found themselves within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. The area for millions upon millions of li around them was instantly swallowed by darkness, as though Chaos had been reborn—yet it was not Chaos.
The ten thousand immortals who had been fighting moments ago instantly merged with the great formation.
Dijun, Taiyi, and the others were trapped within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
Seeing how wondrous the formation was, none of them dared let down their guard. They all brought out their spiritual treasures for protection.
The Chaos Bell hovered above Taiyi's head, while the chaotic aura around his body shone brilliantly.
Even so, it illuminated only the area within a hundred li.
Jimeng, Bai Ze, and the others inside the formation had never seen such a vicious formation before, and panic rose in their hearts. At that moment, they sensed a light, ethereal aura above them.
Looking up, they saw the enormous River Chart and Luo Writing above their heads expand to a size of thousands upon thousands of zhang, releasing countless Black Lotus flowers to shield them. Knowing that Dijun had come to