The next instant, space trembled, and an enormous presence suddenly appeared on the Primordial Battlefield.
One Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator; two hundred thousand Qi Refining Realm cultivators; thirty thousand Martial Disciples; all remaining followers were Fifth-Order Lifeforms.
Boom—
The moment these followers descended together, a powerful oppressive force spread across the entire Primordial Battlefield.
Compared to their first entry, the followers' strength had risen by countless levels.
In midair, Yang Er's consciousness slowly emerged, overlooking the entire battlefield.
"Form the Ten Halls of Yama Formation!"
The command fell.
Almost every follower moved at the same time.
The Qi Refining Realm followers swiftly occupied the main positions around the outer perimeter. The Martial Disciples filled in the gaps and stabilized the formation.
The Fifth-Order Lifeforms served as the foundational formation bases, spreading out in dense ranks.
As for the sole Foundation Establishment Realm expert, he took one step forward and landed directly at the formation's core.
The Ten Halls of Yama Formation activated.
A C-Rank Formation at the Great Accomplishment Realm displayed power far beyond the combat strength of these ten million followers.
Formation patterns emerged from the ground, black and crimson interweaving like a convergence of blood and malice.
From the inside out, they layered upon one another. The auras of ten million followers had originally been chaotic and mixed, yet now they seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand.
Condense. Suppress. Gather.
A towering baleful aura surged into the sky. Between heaven and earth, a phantom seemed to have appeared.
It was a vague yet enormous figure, wearing an imperial crown with hanging beads. Its face could not be seen, but even its outline carried boundless pressure.
Like a judge from the underworld—Yama's Shadow.
It stood above the formation and looked down upon the battlefield.
Countless auras