"Rumble..." Countless pillars of weak wind condensed and rampaged wildly throughout the imperial formation, as though they meant to tear the entire space apart. When those wind pillars struck the Weak Water, its watery curtain shook violently, and quite a few weak winds rushed inside. Before Xiao Hua could speak, Xu Tingzi dared not slacken. He hurriedly sacrificed the Wind-Quelling Bead again, and beneath its ghastly pale radiance, the weak winds diminished by another sixty percent.
The weakened winds naturally posed no threat to the four Nascent Soul cultivators. True Person Yuanqing cast furtive glances at the weak-wind storm beyond the radiance, his heart trembling with fear. He understood perfectly well that if not for Xiao Hua and Xu Tingzi, though he possessed some means of dealing with the weak winds, after using them his strength would surely suffer greatly. Not to mention seizing the strange treasure—even escaping this imperial formation might have been impossible. Falling within one of the Twenty-Eight Star Lords' great formations was likely the most probable ending.
"This..." True Person Yuanqing was greatly astonished, muttering to himself, The previous Yaotai Gatherings... did not seem to be like this, did they? Why is this year's Yaotai Gathering so strange?
Unfortunately, in this world, there were only things one had failed to imagine; there had never been things others could not accomplish. Just as True Person Yuanqing's heart gave rise to a trace of luck, "Crack-crack-crack..." bursts of explosive sound like thunderbolts erupted from high above the imperial formation. Rivers of ice, several times more violent than before, poured down. Weak winds crashed into the icy rivers, while soldiers and generals several zhang—and even over a dozen zhang—in size emerged one after another. Some roared barefoot, while others rode horses and brandished spears, charging toward the four along