Watching the sudden change in the arena, Xu Zimo chuckled, unsurprised.
These people had evidently contacted one another long ago in secret, while most of those who had not allied with them had just been killed.
The Heavenly Mandate was something capable of changing one's fate. Thus, Xu Zimo had expected that no matter how powerful he was, these people would not give up easily.
Even if everyone joining forces gave them only a sliver of hope, they would still fight desperately.
The Black Robed Youth, Jian Yushang, standing nearby, still found the sight somewhat unbelievable.
"How could you..."
"Join us, or die with him?" someone beside him asked indifferently.
"I would disdain keeping company with the likes of you," Jian Yushang snorted coldly.
He looked at Xu Zimo and said, "How about we form an alliance?"
Xu Zimo ignored him. Instead, he slowly raised his right arm, curled the fingers of his right hand, and made a provocative gesture.
"Come at me together. Today, I'll dye Trapped Void Island in blood."
"Kill!" The voices around them surged like boiling water. Several thousand people scattered apart; otherwise, crowding together would make attacking difficult and instead leave them vulnerable to Xu Zimo's large-scale attacks.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw Heavenly Mandates of every color and form hanging high in the void like blooming stars.
They hung high above the empty sky.
From time to time, several people shone brilliantly all over, like the sun and moon, cycling endlessly.
"Formation Masters, trap him!" someone shouted.
A young man carrying a chessboard on his back stepped out from the crowd.
This young man was Mo Chen, who had previously had a brief encounter with Xu Zimo.
He came from the Mo family, the Lineage of the Dao Formation Great Emperor.
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