The next second, threads of scarlet Blood Qi suddenly rose into the air and intertwined. Blood-red strands connected above the soldiers' heads, quickly weaving into a massive crimson net.
As the veins of the net flowed, Blood Qi streamed along the formation's pathways. Each soldier's Blood Qi rapidly surged as they nourished one another.
The crimson glow formed a solid barrier, trapping Bai Ye and the others tightly at its core, leaving them nowhere to run.
A glint of interest flashed through Bai Ye's eyes. Was this a military formation built with Blood Qi Martial Arts?
Damn it, how could something this good be beyond me, the founder of Blood Qi Martial Arts?
Bolstered by the military formation, the soldiers' momentum soared. They did not charge, but instead pressed toward the group step by step.
As the distance closed, the formation's imposing pressure grew ever stronger. The tangible oppression even made it hard for them to breathe, as though the air around them had frozen solid.
"Brother Ye, don't worry about me later. Just break out yourselves. This is the [Crimson Blood Encampment]. It can link all the soldiers' Blood Qi into a single whole. The few of us can hardly confront it head-on."
Gao Bancheng's expression was grave. He knew perfectly well that he was the burden among them. If they tried to take him while breaking out, none of them would escape.
"Who said I was leaving?" A savage grin curled across Bai Ye's lips.
Gao Bancheng froze. "Brother Ye, you don't need to worry about me. No matter what, I'm still a young master of the Gao Family. They wouldn't dare do anything to me... Brother Ye?!"
Before he could finish speaking, his expression changed drastically.
Bai Ye had actually walked toward the military formation alone.
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