"I'm afraid... it won't be as simple as merely being ambushed."
The moment Ge Hongying finished speaking, Yun Yan's voice followed close behind.
Ge Hongying's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned to question Yun Yan again.
"Hmm? What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Yun?"
"If Yun's judgment is correct, this formation does more than gather the Ghostly Qi of the Sinful Dao and transform it into these wandering souls.
"More importantly, the power dispersed when we cast spells and unleash techniques within the formation is also being quietly absorbed by it, almost in its entirety."
Yun Yan continued, his gaze turning toward where the lightning had vanished earlier.
"What? It absorbs the residual energy from battles within the formation?
"Such formations may not be common in the Cultivation World, but they are hardly unheard of.
"If the formation here possesses such a trait, then the longer we remain trapped inside, the more precarious our situation will become.
"If this drags on until the formation's power reaches an even greater limit...
"By then, let alone the few of us, even the other Demon Race members within the formation—and even Lin Taixuan, the man in black—will likely be suppressed by this ghost cultivator's formation.
"And the ghost cultivator will undoubtedly emerge as the greatest winner?"
Ge Hongying cried out. Halfway through speaking, she suddenly thought of something and sharply raised her voice.
Her voice pierced through countless wandering souls and carried into the formation all around them.
The next moment.
Deep within the formation, the powerful attacks that had been secretly gathering seemed to have had a pause button pressed. They abruptly became insubstantial.
The powerful techniques and spells also did not sweep toward the group again for a long while.
"This person reacted quickly indeed!
"This formation