Departure
"Nihility Divine Prohibition? Divine patterns? Formations?"
As Wu Cangqiong listened to the things Qin Shaofeng listed, his eyes were filled with confusion.
Had he not heard Qin Shaofeng say it himself, he never would have believed that these things—which could at most provide a tiny bit of support on the battlefield, or perhaps no use at all—could produce such miraculous effects in Qin Shaofeng's hands.
"You wouldn't happen to think these things are useless, would you?"
Qin Shaofeng laughed twice. As those words left his mouth, more than a dozen people emerged from the corners of the space.
Half the scene before them had already shifted into the distant battlefield.
That was the battlefield they were truly about to enter.
Within a shattered expanse of void, all manner of strange creatures existed.
"Since you're here, don't rush to leave just yet. These are images sent back by people through the things you doubted. As the one leading the main legion, it would be best for you to first understand those creatures' circumstances," Qin Shaofeng said.
Wu Cangqiong and Wu Yun hurriedly began examining the images.
Qin Shaofeng did not interrupt their observations. As though speaking to himself, he continued, "According to the intelligence sent back by the people I dispatched to observe the battlefield ahead, these creatures are very similar to the ones I encountered before. Though they are much stronger than those I met in the past, the killing aura they produce has not increased much."
"Over the past half year, my people have thoroughly developed a special divine-pattern prohibition talisman. When the time comes, everyone only needs to carry one to completely avoid any accidents."
"The other battlefields have already advanced through this stage. Although there were many casualties, we have truly been left behind. We must