Central City was in chaos.
The City-Protecting Formation had fully activated, countless array patterns converging in one place and tangling with a streak of crimson light.
The red light trembled constantly, giving off waves of terrifying power.
With each tremor, some of the array patterns formed by the grand formation shattered, and the entire city shook.
All the cultivators stared at it in terror.
This red light had come tearing through the void. No one knew whom it was targeting, but everyone felt threatened.
The red light felt far too powerful. Wherever it landed, its target would not be the only one to die-it would reap lives in great swathes. Even with the formation blocking it, the aura that leaked through alone left people dazed, and their bodies began to change.
Above the Immortal Palace.
Wei Duxing watched the red light trapped by the formation, his expression dark.
He had tried to advance to Mahayana earlier, only to be interrupted midway. Not only had he failed even to summon the heavenly tribulation, he had also suffered a backlash.
Now that this red light had appeared, it was very likely coming for him.
At his peak, he would have been capable of resisting it, but now he had no confidence whatsoever. He knew, however, that although the City-Protecting Formation was ingenious, it could not completely block energy of this level. It would be breached before long.
Most importantly, the spatial turbulence had still not stopped. He could already sense that the Heaven and Earth rules had become incomplete again, which meant the planes that had merged were separating once more.
All their earlier efforts had gone to waste, and he would have no further chance to advance to Mahayana.
"Bai Yuandu!"
He spat the name through gritted teeth, his voice icy.