"Elder Zhen, attack that altar a few times if you can, then get out quickly. Hurry!"
Qin Shaofeng was indeed setting up a grand formation, but his divine sense was also watching the battle inside.
In less than a breath, Zhen Wuqing had been wounded to such an extent.
He truly did not dare imagine it.
If he really waited until the grand formation was complete, would Zhen Wuqing simply die inside?
Upon hearing this, Zhen Wuqing no longer wasted even a moment.
With a backhand swing, he slashed a blade aura toward the altar. He himself turned into a streak of light and arrived before the gates in an instant.
Just as he was about to rush out through them—
At that very moment—
An overwhelming sense of danger appeared directly before him.
He had no time to think, much less dare continue charging out. With a roll, he retreated deeper inside once more.
His reaction had already been extremely swift.
Yet Qin Shaofeng still clearly saw another wound appear across his chest, so deep that bone was visible.
Had Zhen Wuqing not retreated in time, he would likely already have died on the spot.
"Not good!"
Qin Shaofeng's expression changed drastically again.
At once, he reactivated the grand formation he had just dispelled.
Under the formation's cover, a shadow resembling a lion-tiger immediately reflected into faint phantasmal outlines.
The shadow was far too illusory, making it difficult to tell what sort of being it was.
Yet after this being flickered for an instant, it did not attack the formation at all, but a gash resembling one carved by blade and sword still appeared upon the formation.
A deafening boom rang out.
More than a dozen Formation Disks in Qin Shaofeng's hand shattered at the same time.
Immediately afterward