At that moment, True Person Yuan Zicheng, perhaps bolstered by the power of his Treasured Artifact, unleashed strength that nearly rivaled a Yang Spirit True Person's.
It had not reached true Pure Yang, but the power he radiated suppressed the entire Formation.
Even Yuan Zicheng, who had turned into a red sun above the Ghost Domain, felt a mighty force erupt. It made hearts tremble, almost as though the sun were rising for the first time...
Though it was already broad daylight!
Under that power's radiance, the Heavenly Net Locking the Netherworld Formation was fully revealed. As power flowed through it, it looked like a vast net riddled with holes...
Below it, a huge black opening was faintly visible. Several clusters of light shone through, seemingly poised to burst out.
"Damn, it looks like there's more than one Tribal Stockade Barbarian Ghost God. Did we hit the jackpot?"
With so many escape routes near the Tribal Stockade Barbarian mountains, who could have expected those Ghost Gods to choose Ten-Thousand-Ghost Shoal? Their luck was almost too good!
Even Yuan Zicheng had not expected such luck. Surprise flickered in his eyes, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be loosed. There was no time to worry about anything else!
His mighty Primordial Spirit pressed down, as though pinning the Heavenly Net Locking the Netherworld Formation in place. The Formation, which had begun to lift, was forced back down...
"Quick! Repair the Formation Banners while you can. Hold out for two more hours and reinforcements will arrive. Then we'll have earned a great merit!" Yuan Zicheng's voice rang out.
His words rallied Gu Junjie and the others. By now, all of them were injured to some degree by the Formation's backlash. Their Seas of Consciousness and Spirit Terraces were