The first batch of more than seventy Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators who had moved in to encircle them suffered over twenty casualties in the instant the formations erupted. The rest struggled desperately against the formations' might, crying out in pain as they were wounded, then killed.
The Protective Spirit Array covering Lu Ye and Jujia had shattered.
Though the formation was sturdy, it had its limits. It broke after withstanding one fierce assault from the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators. Yet at this moment, none of them had the leisure to come after him.
Atop the boulder, the Formation Flag in Lu Ye's hand continuously shifted and waved, driving the power of the surrounding formations to its utmost limit.
For a time, the scene was utter chaos.
"Quick, use Artifact Flight to escape the formations!" At last, a cultivator who sensed that something was wrong shouted.
Their group had come charging in with great momentum, only to suffer severe losses before even reaching Lu Ye. Their first priority now was naturally to leave this place. Without knowing whether more formations lay hidden nearby, Artifact Flight was the best choice.
Surely no formations could cover the skies.
As soon as the man spoke, the panicked cultivators finally came to their senses and brought out their Flying Artifacts.
In such dense woods, with towering trees, lofty canopies, and countless obstacles, Artifact Flight was hardly a good option. One careless mistake could send them crashing into a tree. But the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators had no better choice now.
Many Spiritual Artifacts rose into the air as the surviving Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators prepared to flee this dangerous place.
Before they could do so, however, Lu Ye sharply waved the Formation Flag in his hand again. In the next instant, bright patterns formed across