Liu Shengzhi pondered these things, but his hands never slowed. He soon set all fifteen Formation Banners in place, repairing a large section of the formation and easing the pressure on True Person Yuan Zicheng.
Just then, the earth began to shake again. This tremor was different. It seemed to come not from deep within the formation, but from far away. Could it be...
Tang Changsheng looked into the distance. A column of Scarlet Aura shot straight into the clouds, stirring the winds until it seemed to form a War Banner fluttering in the breeze.
The sight looked familiar. Tang Changsheng had a good memory, and he recalled at once the day on Fuyang Mountain when he had watched the Imperial Court's army sweep over Marquis Shou's troops. It had looked just like this!
"The Imperial Court's army is here... Our reinforcements are here!"
Gu Junjie burst into cheers before Tang Changsheng could speak.
Tang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. No masters had come to help, but an Imperial Court army bearing Killing Intent and Dragon Aura was enough to suppress any Ghost Gods!
Especially Ghost Gods that had yet to escape the formation...
Just as victory seemed at hand, disaster struck. A shock a hundred times more violent than any before slammed into the formation.
Cracks rang out one after another. Nearly every Formation Banner snapped, including the ones Tang Changsheng had just repaired through Ritual Refinement. The entire Heavenly Net Locking the Netherworld Formation collapsed.
Even the sun that True Person Yuan Zicheng had become went out under the backlash.
Time seemed to stop. A stream of black aura surged forth like a giant dragon, blotting out the stars, sun, and moon in an instant. It swallowed everything. Before his eyes lay utter darkness, still and silent.