"Rumble..." Countless weak winds condensed into pillars and rampaged wildly throughout the imperial formation, as though they wanted to tear the entire space apart. When the wind pillars struck the weak water, the water curtain shook violently, and quite a few weak winds rushed inside. Before Xiao Hua could speak, Xu Tingzi dared not delay. He hurriedly sacrificed the Wind-Quelling Bead again, and beneath its ghastly white radiance, the weak winds diminished by another sixty percent.
The weakened winds naturally could no longer threaten the four Nascent Soul cultivators. True Person Yuanqing stole glances at the storm of weak winds beyond the light, his heart trembling with fear. He understood only too well that if not for Xiao Hua and Xu Tingzi, he might have had some methods to deal with these weak winds, but after using them, his strength would certainly be greatly depleted. Forget seizing the strange treasure—even escaping this imperial formation might not have been possible. Perishing within one of the Twenty-Eight Star Lords' grand formations was likely the most probable outcome.
"This..." True Person Yuanqing was greatly astonished, secretly muttering to himself, It seems the previous Yaotai Gatherings were never like this... Why is this year's Yaotai Gathering so strange?
Unfortunately, in this world, there were only things one had not anticipated; there had never been things others could not accomplish. Just as True Person Yuanqing began to harbor a trace of luck, "Crack! Crack!" Explosive sounds like thunderclaps erupted from high above the imperial formation. Rivers of ice, several times more ferocious than before, poured down. The weak winds crashed into the ice rivers, and soldiers and generals several yards—even more than ten yards—in size emerged in waves. Some roared barefoot, while others rode horses and brandished spears, rushing toward the four along with the