Formation Marks Kill Huang Ye

Li Feiyang leaped down. From the abyss below, the fire lotus shot skyward and landed beside him. They stood hand in hand, facing each other, their faces ashen.

The situation had become a dead end!

They had no way to rescue Lin Xiaosu from outside the formation. They could only watch helplessly as those scheming wretches tricked him onto the road to his death...

"Sister, don't worry too much. Brother Su isn't an ordinary man. Perhaps... no, he'll definitely be all right!"

Li Xueyi slowly raised her gaze. "If anything happens to him, I, Li Xueyi, swear to heaven that I won't spare a single person involved today!"

Her voice carried straight up to the platform. Nightfiend's pupils contracted, and he fixed her with a cold stare.

Inside the formation zone.

Lin Xiaosu stepped in and once again felt the desolation he had experienced when entering the Ancient Wilderness Formation Sect's forbidden grounds.

The heat outside had diminished by half when he entered the Abyssal Depths.

After he entered the formation zone, it vanished almost entirely.

Not only was it no longer hot here, it was cold.

It was not a chill on his skin, but one that seeped from his bones.

No one had set foot here in ten thousand years. Bones littered the ground, the breath of death lay silent, and the killing intent of the Formation Dao still lingered.

Through his Heavenly Insight Eye, he saw formation marks.

Remnants of formation marks, their killing intent still alive.

Threads and wisps, without the slightest pattern.

The Formation Dao was founded on order. Every formation mark should have its proper place. Only one circumstance could leave marks everywhere, wandering at random: a formation of sufficiently high rank had been damaged.

When a formation reached a sufficiently high rank, formation