"What is this?" Yi Qingwu watched what was happening before her, her heart pounding in terror.
The Demonic Shark Formation had been set up by that Saint over twenty thousand years ago, and its power was immense.
Though it had suffered some damage under the passage of time, that was only natural. Saint Weapons not passed down through the ages would decay, and formations were no different.
Yet the Demonic Shark Formation's power remained at an exceedingly terrifying level.
And now it was being corroded by a cloud of mist?
"This is the Firmament's curse," Qin Sheng said.
The dark red mist spewing from the Purple Gourd was precisely the Cursed Mist Qin Sheng had collected from Immortal-Severing Valley in the Immortal Spirit Burial Ground.
It was Immortal-Severing Mist born from the wondrous transformation that occurred when the resentment and deathly energy left behind after a Saint Spirit's fall mixed with the Firmament's cursed power.
Even after countless ages had passed and its terror had diminished somewhat, the Immortal-Severing Mist was still something even a Great Accomplished King like the Silver Moon Divine Jade King would not dare touch directly.
Its destructive power was evident.
At that moment, Immortal-Severing Mist continuously poured from the Purple Gourd. Black smoke rose ceaselessly from the Demon Shark Clan's protective formation as it was gradually corroded and broken down.
Seeing this, Qin Sheng nodded in satisfaction. "My trip to the Immortal Spirit Burial Ground wasn't wasted."
Immortal-Severing Mist might not have been especially effective against individual powerful cultivators. After all, people could run; if they sensed something was wrong, they could simply avoid it.
If it could not hit its target, no amount of power mattered. It was like a Great Saint wielding an Emperor Weapon—even then, he could not harm so much as