"Leave the Nascent Soul of that Nascent Soul Realm cultivator alone for now. Who knows how many cultivators would crack their heads fighting over something like that?" Li Xiaoya said with a smile. Seeing that the cultivators below had flown away and passed beyond the reach of his divine sense, he hurriedly said, "Let's head to the next spot and see if we have another chance to break the formation!" With that, he flew off.
"All right!" Dong Santong replied, hurriedly following him.
When Elder Spirit Bone and the others stopped channeling their power, the pitch-black Light Curtain of the Demon Gang Formation surrounding the Golden Core Stage cultivators inside the five-colored light barrier flickered. It suddenly dimmed, but soon brightened again.
What happened? What is Spirit Bone doing? He actually left? Has someone broken the formation? At that moment, several other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators of the Demonic Path maintaining the formation were inwardly shocked.
Still, he was probably just harassed a little. Confident in Spirit Bone, they quietly regained their composure.
But the few cultivators nearby had seen that golden pillar of light, and unease began stirring in their hearts.
On the mountain peak closest to Elder Spirit Bone stood a tall, heavily muscled man with a savage, ferocious face. Strapped to his back was a massive iron pestle almost larger than his body. He held a staff identical to Elder Spirit Bone's, sending a huge beam of light shooting toward the Demon Gang Formation. Behind him, more than a dozen Golden Core Stage cultivators were likewise channeling magic power into him.
What was that? Damn it, Spirit Bone has withdrawn his magic power! The burly man suddenly saw the golden pillar of light erupt and noticed Spirit Bone in the distance. Alarm surged through him, and he