Song Zhui burst into hearty laughter. "Seeing you once is worth hearing of you a hundred times. Fellow Cultivator Lu, you truly are interesting."
Having come from Abyss Rainbow Hall, he was well-read in all manner of texts. Though he did not cultivate the Formation Dao, he still knew something of its fundamentals.
The names Lu Ye had casually rattled off were all earth-shaking Grand Arrays, none of which could possibly be set up by someone in the Cloud River Realm.
There was simply no way those formations existed within the Spirit Land before them.
But whether there were other formations was impossible to know...
The other party had clearly assumed the posture of inviting them into a jar, confident and fearless.
"Interesting?" Lu Ye lowered his eyes. "Then let me show you all something even more interesting!"
As he spoke, a Formation Flag suddenly appeared in his hand, and he gave it a light wave.
A thunderous boom rang out, followed by flames soaring into the sky. Somewhere within the Spirit Land, amid violent surges of Spiritual Power, a hidden figure abruptly emerged. Swallowed by the flames, the figure let out a shrill scream and rapidly retreated.
It was a Ghost Cultivator who had been trying to sneak into the Spirit Land. This Ghost Cultivator was only at Tier Six; who knew where he had found the nerve to act so recklessly? Now, engulfed by an Explosion Spirit Array, flames covered his entire body. After great difficulty, he stumbled out of the area covered by the Explosion Spirit Array and fell flat on the ground, clearly more dead than alive.
This sudden turn of events startled the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators, and they all lowered their heads to look at the Ghost Cultivator sprawled on the ground.
Before they