"What... is this aura...?"
Feng Yuan, who had been setting up the killing formation, suddenly jolted awake from his absorbed state. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his face turned deathly pale.
It was an instinctive reaction, one even he could not explain.
"Did something go wrong over there?"
Cold sweat covered Feng Yuan's forehead. He felt as though some great terror was unfolding, yet he could not sense what it was.
"No! No! Something must have gone wrong!"
Feng Yuan immediately began examining himself, but found nothing amiss. After a brief moment of thought, he decisively shifted his attention to the formation he had set up earlier.
If there was anything most directly connected to him besides his own body, it was the formation.
"The formation is still operating, so why is its power weakening so rapidly?" Feng Yuan's expression changed abruptly as he stared at the distant formation in horror.
The mist still shrouded that area, but its density was visibly dropping at a rapid rate. Yet strangely, Feng Yuan could not sense anything wrong within the formation at all.
"Could Akatsuki have used some kind of killing move? But why can't I detect the slightest trace of it?" Feng Yuan was deeply shaken. He did not rashly go over to inspect it. Instead, his figure flashed as he rapidly retreated, directly abandoning the killing formation he had spent so much effort setting up.
He trusted his instincts completely. That extreme danger had not arisen without cause. If he remained where he was, he might very well lose his life.
At the same time, Fang Han also sensed that something was wrong. She could feel that Kong Chen was still within her illusion, but he no longer seemed to be the master of that illusion.