Without Liu Yu's command, the eighteen top-grade magical artifacts showed no intention of stopping. They continued along their original trajectories toward the sea of yellow mist.
Since this man might be suspect, there was no need to bring him into the fold.
No one would feel at ease keeping such a hidden danger at their side.
"This is bad!"
The Many-Eyed Daoist was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly took out three formation disks and struck them with a succession of hand seals, controlling the formation to protect himself and the market ward.
Under his practiced control, the yellow mist shifted, condensing into highly concentrated walls of mist that greatly increased its defensive strength.
From a distance, it looked just like a yellow sphere with half of it missing.
More remarkably, the illusory mist had gained the ability to defend against physical attacks.
Although each individual mist wall offered only ordinary protection, they could continually reform as long as mist remained. And as long as the formation's supply of spiritual power continued, it could keep generating more mist.
To a certain extent, it was fairly flawless.
But there was one condition: the attacks could not exceed the limit of what it could withstand. Otherwise, the mist walls would fail to regenerate quickly enough, leaving an opening in the formation.
Bang, bang, bang!
The magical artifacts struck the walls as though hitting solid objects, producing a series of thunderous crashes.
Although the mist walls' defenses were unremarkable, another wall quickly condensed whenever one was destroyed, filling the gap left behind. It seemed somewhat effective.
But the formation was not facing a single top-grade magical artifact. It was facing a full eighteen, something it could not withstand so easily.
Bang! Boom!
One deafening crash followed another without pause.
An individual mist wall offered considerable