The fact that the red-robed World God was a formation practitioner stunned many of the other cultivators. Furthermore, the red-robed World God had managed to stall three other World Gods—whose strength was clearly not to be underestimated—with a formation he had hastily set up, proving that he was by no means an ordinary opponent.
However, even so, the murderous intent the other cultivators held toward him did not diminish in the slightest.
So what if he was a formation practitioner?
If this person had been given time to prepare, he might have been a bit troublesome, but in the current situation, as long as they could catch up to him, a mere formation practitioner would be of no consequence.
Having exploited the fact that others were unaware of his specialty to catch the three nearest cultivators off guard, the red-robed World God no longer bothered to hide his methods. His hands danced continuously, forming one array after another behind him to obstruct the cultivators in pursuit.
Although these formations were broken with extreme speed, they still managed to serve as a delay.
By this time, the red-robed World God was already very close to the teleportation array.
"Haha!"
Reaching this point, a glimmer of joy appeared on the red-robed World God's face. With his methods, once he left this world, his chances of successfully escaping everyone's sight would increase significantly.
However, just at that moment—
Boom!
An illusory world suddenly descended, pressing heavily upon the red-robed World God.
At the same time, an invisible force began to frantically erode the red-robed World God's soul.
World of Heart? How could there be a Heartforce practitioner here? The thought flashed through the red-robed World God's mind before he was dragged into the illusion by that invisible force.
One breath, two breaths, three