Zhou An's mind trembled, and he realized almost instantly: someone had set an ambush!
But when had this formation been laid? It hadn't been there when he'd just arrived. The setup had been far too quick!
Zhou An looked around. When he saw how vast the formation was, he was dumbstruck.
The formation's coverage was enormous. It was impossible to set up in such a short time, unless... the other party's formation skills were outrageously advanced!
"May I ask which Fellow Daoist is present?"
He let out a sharp shout, his heart a tangle of emotions.
The formation blocked his senses, so he had no idea who was controlling it from outside.
Nan Fengji had followed him over. Fuming, he threw a punch. "Who cares who it is? If we don't break the formation, we're finished!"
He immediately unleashed a scorching punch, but it was useless. The attack was like a stone sinking into the sea, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
"How is this possible?" Both men broke out in a cold sweat.
Demon Emperor Bingwu had also caught up from behind. He had naturally seen the formation, but no matter what, he had to deal with the two men in front of him first.
Countless blasts of Ice Breath came raining down. Zhou An and Nan Fengji had no choice but to turn and defend themselves.
They were trapped!
Meanwhile, at the Blessed Land Entrance, every spectator wore a look of astonishment.
The officials at the Nirvana and Return to Truth Realm levels were especially incredulous, all of them wondering if their eyes were deceiving them.
"Could a formation like this really be set up so easily?"
There was only one reason: the formation was enormous, and its effects were outrageously powerful.
From their bird's-eye view, they