He gauged the distance between this place and the statue. Even with his eyesight enhanced to the limit by True Essence, he could only vaguely make out a tiny black dot.
That meant they had to be more than fifty li apart.
Yet they could see the statue but not the dense fog. That was clearly wrong.
"Should we send a signal and test it?" Chu Zhiyuan said.
Huang Zhengyang turned to look at him. "Even with heart-protecting treasures on us, we still don't dare approach?"
"If we can avoid getting close, then don't get close," Chu Zhiyuan said gravely.
Huang Zhengyang drew a shiny silver tube from his sleeve, aimed it at the sky, and lightly jolted it with True Essence. A streak of golden light shot out.
Bang!
The sound resounded through the void.
The golden light shot straight into the sky, only losing force after soaring several hundred meters.
It condensed into a small sword in midair, its blade standing upright and its tip pointing toward their location.
Chu Zhiyuan's insight swept the distance. Eight middle-aged men were frowning, pondering where the problem lay.
There was nothing wrong with the formation artifacts, and they felt there was nothing wrong with themselves either.
Yet once they circulated their power, the formation simply could not take shape. They had tried more than a dozen times in vain.
Already on edge, they heard the sound from afar and all looked up at the small golden sword in the sky.
"Is that Huang Zhengyang?"
"Mm, it's him."
"He came at quite the perfect time!" A gaunt middle-aged man gave a cold sneer.
"Let's go take a look." A round, smiling middle-aged man said, "No matter what we do, we can't form the array. Our luck is truly awful."
"Too strange."
"It