Shi Lan's attainments in formations weren't particularly high. At most, she could set up a few low-level arrays.
Low-level killing arrays posed little threat even to Myriad Manifestation Realm martial artists, let alone Primordial Spirit Realm grand cultivators.
But the array she was setting up now wasn't meant to kill anyone.
After carving out a defensive array, Shi Lan etched concealment runes and buried all the one-use items she had won in the lottery, such as the Heavenly Thunder Seeds, beneath the formation.
Once she was done, Shi Lan planted a wooden stake in the center of the formation and soaked it in her own blood to imitate her aura. Then she activated the array.
A thin mist rose, shrouding several hundred zhang in every direction. The bloodstained wooden stake was swallowed by the mist and slowly disappeared.
Shi Lan retreated nearly twenty li, activated the Myriad Transformations Holy Garment to suppress her aura, then carved out several more layers of concealment arrays to block spiritual sense. Like a dead tree, she lay low in the middle of a forest.
She hadn't retreated too far. She wanted to use this chance to see whether these people could pinpoint her location.
An hour later, the void was torn open, and a group of people strode out.
Of the original five, one more was now missing. His fate went without saying. The remaining four all had bloodstained collars and unsteady auras; they had clearly been through more than one fight.
The middle-aged man stood in midair, holding a golden compass. Several strands of pale purple spirit blood had settled in its center.
"She's somewhere nearby."
The middle-aged man put away the compass and swept his spiritual sense across the area. He soon discovered the array, and a look of disdain flashed through