Baili Changhong sneered.
Revealing his trump card like this might have seemed foolish to others, but Baili Changhong was not shooting arrows without a target.
Their plan this time had been meticulously prepared, without the slightest flaw.
Over ten thousand years, they had constantly patched every gap and filled every omission, making their plan, arrangements, and methods exceptionally airtight.
There was not the slightest flaw to speak of.
The only variable now was an outside threat.
But upon careful thought, such an outside threat was practically nonexistent.
These three Mirage Dragons had been born within the Black Sea, where they were nearly invincible.
Thus, before the Heavenly Dao had confined them, these Mirage Dragons had committed countless evils outside, offending many powerful experts and forces.
They had countless enemies—too many to number.
Those people wished they could devour the Mirage Dragons alive.
Therefore, the Mirage Dragons had no allies at all.
Neither internally nor externally was there the slightest threat.
That was why he could reveal everything so openly.
"So that's how it is. It seems you ants put quite a lot of effort into killing us."
"Yes, but do you really think a broken formation can suppress us?"
"We were merely playing with you before. Now, we'll let you ants see what the power of the ninth level of Golden Immortal truly is."
The three Mirage Dragons spoke one after another.
Immediately afterward, incomparably terrifying auras erupted from around them, making even the grand formation tremble violently in an instant.
Wave after wave of terrifying aura battered the formation, and the entire formation began to groan under the strain.
"Damn it! Fellow Daoists, give it everything you've got—keep them trapped!"
"Fellow Daoists, hold on!"
The cultivators maintaining the formation all around shouted in succession.
They had not expected ninth-level