"Brother Yan, now's the time! Quickly use the formation to bring those three into it!"
"If they strike again, we'll surely die!"
"Hm? Brother Yan, you... what are you doing?"
"Not good, he's running!"
"Hmph! Yan Dongsheng, who would have thought you were such a craven coward? We truly were blind to have believed your nonsense."
Before the words had even faded, Yan Dongsheng showed no intention of activating the formation again. Instead, his entire body shot backward, retreating at high speed toward the edge of the formation.
The three men who came to their senses had their expressions change once more. They immediately raised their voices and began cursing Yan Dongsheng viciously.
Even as they spoke, how could the three dare remain any longer? They gathered their True Yuan again and hurriedly prepared to flee in Yan Dongsheng's direction.
Yet just as the three began to move, the formation, which had only just stabilized, suddenly shuddered again.
The next moment, the Eight Trigrams Formation Seal in the sky exploded with a thunderous boom.
Without Yan Dongsheng's manipulation and control, even the mighty Taiyin Qi Men Formation could no longer hold on. Under the powerful assault of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, it shattered on the spot.
The instant the formation broke, a powerful backlash surged back toward the three who were trying to leave.
"Not good! It's the formation's backlash! Everyone, be careful!"
Among the three, a middle-aged cultivator reacted the fastest. Seeing that things had gone awry, he hurriedly summoned a heavy sword and positioned it before himself.
At the same time, he swiftly warned the other two beside him.
But just as his words fell, two mysterious palm forces, one gold and one silver, swept in with wind and waves. Though launched later, they arrived first, striking