Countless mists of vital essence directly engulfed everything within sight.
Within the mist, earth, water, wind, fire, lightning, wind and rain—every kind of natural force seemed to intertwine. An unprecedented, immense peril permeated it.
The mist was silent as a grave, yet it charged toward the border pass at terrifying speed.
The mist moved astonishingly fast. A distance of a hundred zhang was swept across in merely a dozen breaths.
In an instant, it rushed into the army of three hundred thousand, as though forming another dimension, completely swallowing the entire force.
The many powerful cultivators in the sky were swept into it as well.
Terrifying flashes of lightning and thunder, sunlight, moonlight, and firelight flickered incessantly within the mist.
No one knew what was happening inside that mist.
Only gradually, countless streams of blood flowed out from the mist—the blood spilled by the dead.
Everyone within North Province's border city was dumbfounded, utterly unable to understand what was happening.
Within the mist, Wang Riyue, Chen Daolong, and Zhuge Shenji gathered together.
They stood in a peculiar location: the very center of the mist.
An independent spacetime formed from mist.
Zhuge Shenji's expression was grave as he controlled the army of over ten thousand puppets.
What he had manifested was the strongest military formation he possessed—the Eight Gates Eight Trigrams Grand Formation.
This formation seized the mysteries of Heaven and creation, containing the innate and acquired Eight Trigrams within it, forming an independent spacetime of its own.
The entire puppet army was nothing more than chess pieces within the formation.
Every piece moved through all manner of actions it did not understand, running along designated trajectories of its own accord.
The weapons in their hands would swing out from time to time; even they themselves did not know what they