When the clouds and mist swept over, everyone's figures were obscured, and they could no longer see one another.
Many cultivators of profound cultivation in the field vaguely sensed their fellow cultivators' auras vanish and instantly realized what was happening. But by then, it was already too late; they too were drawn in.
Some had sensed from the start that something was amiss and tried to evade it. Yet unless they withdrew outright, so long as they still had to hold the fortress line below, they had no choice but to face the assault head-on.
After repeatedly failing to disperse the clouds and mist, they could only come into contact with the fog in the end. The outcome needed no telling. Thus, in less than a quarter hour, all the Upper Layer forces belonging to the Council of Elders had been dragged into the grand formation.
Looking upward from the ground at that moment, one could see dense black clouds and mist blanketing the skies above both sides' defensive lines.
Though it was night, the moonlight of the Creation Moonstar should have made the surroundings bright as day. Yet it had now been cut off, leaving only the lights of the various fortresses burning below. The spiritual power each side could receive had also greatly weakened, throwing those below into panic. Messages were continuously passed to the rear, reporting the strange occurrence here.
Once the cultivators fell into the formation, they did not wander about wildly like the Creation alchemists. Instead, they cautiously assumed defensive positions. Still, some relied on their profound cultivation to fly and shift about, attempting to find their fellow cultivators and join forces.
Yet before these people had gone far, a gentle, brilliant streak of sword light flashed forth. They were all startled at first, but