Gales, swamps, frozen ice, heavenly lightning...
Those formations that left no defense possible, those unfathomable methods beyond gods and ghosts, came wave after wave, each linked to the next, battering the twenty-eight men until they had no power to fight back!
No wonder the Eight Formations Diagram was also called the "Ghost-God Eight Formations Diagram"...
Chen Xuanli was shaken to his core.
He suddenly recalled the legends he had heard years ago-in those tales, Zhuge Liang had used the terrain of mountains and rivers to lay out the Eight Formations, trapping a hundred thousand troops of Eastern Wu. They had wandered inside for three days and nights without finding a way out. He had always thought it was an exaggeration, a legend embellished by later generations.
But now he believed it.
With methods this unfathomable, could one trap a hundred thousand troops? It might well be true.
Outside the inn, Liu Ciyuan could no longer keep his composure.
Watching his twenty-eight elite subordinates stagger and reel under the heavenly lightning, reduced to a wretched state, he finally lost his calm, unruffled expression. Dark fury took its place.
"A pack of useless fools!"
He spoke coldly. His voice was quiet, yet every member of the Brocade-Clad Guards heard it clearly.
"Kangjinlong, bring him to me!"
Scorched black from head to toe, his hair hanging loose, Kangjinlong abruptly raised his head at the command, his eyes blazing with ferocity!
He roared, and golden light burst from his entire body!
Its brilliance instantly lit up half the night sky!
His body began to twist, swell, and transform-
Golden dragon scales emerged across his skin;
His limbs thickened into pillars, his nails becoming razor-sharp dragon claws;
A long, thick dragon tail burst from his back;
His head gradually lengthened and changed, becoming a dragon's