The entire alliance squad felt that tonight's operation was going smoothly. Quite a few were even ready to pop the champagne at halftime. Only when they discovered that the commotion they had risked their lives to cause had drawn nothing but An Mountain Master's accomplices did they truly feel how dark this world was, and what it meant to cry out to heaven and earth and receive no answer.
The Dao Realm ancestor arrived at Medicine Peak in person and changed the situation in an instant.
An Mountain Master drove the Myriad Spirits Illustrated Record with all his might, abruptly awakening the grand formation. Hurricanes shot into the sky, and boundless green clouds of poisonous miasma surged. The two then merged into a barrier that enveloped the whole of Medicine Peak.
The apocalyptic scene appeared once again, plunging every member of the alliance squad into despair. During the previous night's battle at Medicine Peak, they had personally experienced how indestructible the formation's "barrier" was. They also knew that An Mountain Master and his two Passion Slave Corpse Puppets were invincible in this environment.
With the Dao-Touching Realm old monster who had suddenly appeared tonight and over a dozen Fifth-Grade Great Perfection accomplices added to the mix, how were they supposed to fight?
They could not win. They simply could not win. Whoever ran a little faster might still have a slim chance of survival.
As the Wind-Miasma Grand Formation gradually closed, the core members of the Mysterious Hunting Party began a merciless slaughter. The first to suffer were, naturally, the nine guys and gals covering the retreat. They had been engaging An Mountain Master to hold him back, never expecting that the Dao-Touching Realm ancestor would merely levitate his body and take one gentle step forward, only for his figure