After finishing setting up the formation, Yang Zhengshan raised his head again and looked around, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly despite himself.
The fighting around them had basically all stopped. Everyone's gaze was turning this way, each one carrying ill intentions.
Beside him, Cloud Skiff's expression was solemn, his eyes filled with a sinister gloom.
"This is a little troublesome!" he transmitted to Yang Zhengshan.
"It's fine. Once the formation opens, they'll definitely swarm in, but they won't be targeting us. They'll be targeting the things inside the formation!" Yang Zhengshan said.
This was why no one was willing to break the formation. After the formation was broken open, there was no guarantee they could snatch the things inside.
Because of that, for so long, they had only broken through some formations that were easier to crack, or searched through the ruins. Even those who were breaking formations were deliberately dragging things out.
Cloud Skiff also knew Yang Zhengshan was right, but he still felt extremely tense.
The feeling of being ringed by enemies was awful. One Spiritual Sense after another swept over, some veiled, some brazen, stabbing at his soul and making it tremble nonstop.
"Senior Brother!"
At this moment, Yun Fan suddenly sent a voice transmission.
"Mm!" Cloud Skiff answered.
"It's about time!" Cloud Skiff's mind shook, and he turned to look into the formation.
Because Yun Fan was breaking the formation, the formation in front of them was now giving off flowing radiance. But through that radiance, they could still see the scene within the formation, though the image was somewhat blurry and not very clear.
Cloud Skiff's gaze locked onto that palace, and he transmitted reminders to the others one by one.
After receiving the transmission, Yang Zhengshan also looked into the formation without