"Ant..."
The Purple-Robed Noble Consort watched He Pingsheng's seven black Ice Arrows gradually disintegrate. She did not move an inch, simply letting them explode beneath her feet.
"Never mind a mere Golden Core cultivator like you-even a half-step Spirit Transformation cultivator would be no different!"
"Within this formation, they would still perish!"
Seventeen Great Nascent Souls were no joke.
Unfortunately, the formation's grade was a little too low. If it had reached the fifth level, not just a half-step Spirit Transformation cultivator-even a Spirit Transformation cultivator would die.
Of course, if it truly reached the level of a fifth-grade formation, they would not have been able to set it up.
"Is that so..." He Pingsheng sneered as well. "Today... I'll see just why your formation can't be broken!"
Formations relied on energy.
Where did that energy come from?
There were only two sources!
First, a supply of spirit stones.
Second, power supplied by people.
He Pingsheng was well versed in formations and could now easily set up fourth-grade ones. After circling around inside this formation, he discovered that it belonged to the second type. The energy sustaining it came from these seventeen Great Nascent Souls.
The energy within ordinary Low-Grade Spirit Stones and middle-grade Spirit Stones simply could not sustain such a vast Grand Array.
As long as people supplied the power, there would come a time when they ran dry.
After all, this place was close to the Ghost Abyss, and there was very little immortal spirit energy around. Without replenishment, running dry was only a matter of time.
Of course, the concern was whether these seventeen people had ways to replenish their power.
Hmm...
No hurry!
Take it slowly. Wear them down first!
Whoosh...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Streaks of starlight swept down from above the Grand Array, smashing