"What is that thing?"
Wang Dun frowned as he looked into the void.
Xin Baobao said, "Didn't you hear him shout? Something called the 'Five Brigades Marching Umbrella'!"
"I know!" Wang Dun said. "Junior Brother, did you get a clear look just now? What grade of treasure is it?"
He Pingsheng was rather worried.
He, too, looked up at the vast umbrella looming faintly in the void and said, "I did. It seems to be... sixth grade... middle grade within sixth grade!"
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Everyone couldn't help sucking in cold breaths.
Han Houzhi said, "No wonder it takes hundreds of people to activate it. How about we flee first?"
"We can't escape!" Wang Dun shook his head. "This umbrella isn't an offensive divine artifact. It's an Entrapment Formation!"
"Haven't you felt it yet? This place seems to have been cut off from the outside!"
"He's using it to stop us from running!"
Xin Baobao said, "Then there's nothing to worry about!"
No sooner had she spoken than thunder suddenly sounded in the void.
Crack... crack...
Bolts of silver lightning, like roaming dragons, gathered along the nine black umbrella ribs, then wound their way down.
The lightning roared, piercing the void and tearing through the leaden clouds.
Nine bolts of silver lightning converged into a single heavenly thunderbolt that fell straight toward the heads of He Pingsheng and the others.
Xin Baobao shouted, "Senior Master... didn't you say it couldn't attack?"
Wang Dun covered his head and ran. "I was guessing..."
He Pingsheng waved a hand, pushing Taizhen and Xin Baobao away in the opposite direction, while using the counterforce to turn into a streak of light and shoot toward another stretch of the void.
Han Houzhi also fled in time.
Boom...
A lightning pillar ten zhang thick instantly struck