Bao Xiaotou, who was moving through the battlefield, suddenly frowned slightly. As a second-rank Dao Formation Master, his sensitivity to formations was beyond that of ordinary people.
In other words, his attainments in formations placed him among the very best in the entire Demon Domain—or rather, he was one of the foremost formation masters in the Demon Domain.
"It really is a formation—a grand formation enveloping an entire star system. I never expected the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan to possess such reserves."
Bao Xiaotou murmured, then sat cross-legged in the starry sky.
The smaller a formation was, the more complex it became. Correspondingly, the larger a formation was, the simpler it became.
However, large formations required vast amounts of manpower, resources, and wealth. Moreover, the resources needed to activate such a formation even once were innumerable—an unimaginably terrifying figure.
And more importantly, the destructive power of large formations was formidable. That was beyond dispute.
Though large formations were simple, as the saying went, the Great Dao was found in simplicity. The simpler the formation, the greater its destructive power.
"Is that... a formation fluctuation? The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan's Ancestral Land is protected by a formation?"
"Damn, a grand formation covering an entire star system? What an enormous undertaking. Are there any formation masters? Come out and break it already!"
"Where are the formation masters? Are there any formation sects?"
"Yes, yes, yes! We're a formation sect. Let us study it."
On the battlefield, the powerful experts had long since noticed that something was wrong. Their senses were unimaginably sharp; they had detected it almost the instant the formation began operating.
"Master, it's time for us to shine. If we perform well this time, we might soar to great heights."
At the most remote edge of the battlefield, a group