When Xiao Yan first learned of the profession of Battle Formation Master, he had been utterly speechless. He considered himself reasonably familiar with armies; in his previous life, he had faced troops sent by vast empires to wipe him out. Yet the armies of the Great Thousand World had truly opened his eyes.
It was the first time he had seen armies that paid no heed to provisions, deployment, planning, tactics, sieges, surprise attacks, and so on... instead, they exchanged blasts with their enemies by gathering energy into something like a Spirit Bomb. Really, aside from having a lot of people, these things had nothing whatsoever to do with the word "army"...
But complaints aside, when Xiao Yan actually faced such a battle formation, he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. The Ancestral Stone Spirit had even told him to be careful, but it looked as though being careful would do him no good...
"Ancestral Stone, can you still seal these fellows?" Feeling the peculiar fluctuations emanating from the Dragon Bone Guards, Xiao Yan's expression instead grew calm. At a time like this, panicking would serve no purpose. Only by staying calm could he seek a sliver of hope for survival.
"Lord Flame Emperor, you think far too highly of me." The Ancestral Stone Spirit could not help feeling bitter. Sealing a single Dragon Bone Guard had already taken tremendous effort. With several thousand Dragon Bone Guards before him, he could not accomplish it even if he truly reached the level of a Sacred Artifact, let alone as he was now.
Without question, this place was a certain death trap for the vast majority of those capable of entering it. Not only would the prodigies of the various races, whose average strength did not exceed Ninth-Rank Supreme, perish here, but