"Third Senior Brother, I can't hold on much longer."
"Junior Sister, hold on. Don't stop. We're almost there."
"Senior Sister, with all three of us working together, we'll definitely succeed!"
The three members of the Green Bamboo Sect sat in the middle of a formation, each clasping a formation bead in both hands. They continually formed hand seals and chanted incantations, sending streams of spell power runes into the beads, which fed into an extremely strange, mysterious pillar on the ground, densely covered in formation runes...
As they continued channeling spell formulas and spell power into the pillar, their auras and spell power were steadily depleted. Their complexions turned deathly pale, as though they had lost far too much essence blood...
The female cultivator, in particular, could barely withstand the drain on her qi and blood and spell power. After all, her cultivation was lower than that of her two senior brothers, and her qi and blood were less vigorous than a man's. She truly could not hold on much longer...
But that senior's methods were terrifying. Even with their low cultivation, they could tell that his cultivation surely surpassed their master's-the most powerful cultivator in their sect...
Although he seemed to be injured, he was still far beyond what a few Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators like them could handle...
They could only meekly accept his arrangements and work for him...
Why had this senior ordered them to drive this formation with their own spell power and blood essence? They had no idea. That senior had also employed divine abilities and spells to push their qi and blood, spell power, and lifespan to their utmost limits within a short time, but the drain on them was equally enormous...
As they drove the formation and continually poured their qi and blood