"It's the Treasure Net Soul-Locking Formation!" a cultivator cried softly. "Once you're trapped inside, dust clouds your spiritual awareness, your flesh is locked down, and you can't move."
"That was the formation Liu Zimo lost to back then..."
In the arena, Bai Ju drove the [Treasure Net Umbrella] with all his strength. Formation light flowed, sealing off all energy, as though layer upon layer of curtains had trapped Chu Mo within.
"A fine Dharmic Treasure," Chu Mo said, looking at the [Treasure Net Umbrella].
He had not thought much of it while watching from the platform, but now that he faced the formation directly, he discovered that the enhancement had barely brought the man's Dharmic Treasure up to high-grade quality.
Seeing Chu Mo caught in the formation, Bai Ju let out a small breath of relief. He was about to speak when a hazy gray sword sprang from the crown of Chu Mo's head.
The Three Corpses of Greed, Hatred, and Delusion stirred, giving off a sense of impending catastrophe.
His pupils contracted. He hurriedly activated the grand array, shielding himself with layer upon layer of radiant light to block that uncanny sword.
Yet the sword seemed to cross space itself, ignoring the overlapping layers of radiance and plunging straight into his body.
In an instant, Bai Ju's true qi poured away, and his cultivation plummeted-Foundation Establishment peak, Foundation Establishment late stage, Foundation Establishment middle stage...
"What divine ability is this?!" His expression changed drastically, and he cried out in shock.
Not only had his cultivation fallen sharply, but even his connection to his Dharmic Treasure had grown faintly unstable. The grand array's radiance flickered, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Chu Mo ignored him. With a thought, he conjured an illusory Treasure Mirror.
Mirror light shone, and profound radiance