"How powerful is the formation?" Pang Yi asked.
The key was still the formation's power. No matter how vast an area it covered, if it lacked power and could be broken in an instant, it might as well not exist.
They were facing Huo Lian and those old fellows from ten thousand years ago. Not just any formation would work against them.
"It is the most powerful formation passed down through our Tomb Clan, and it was bestowed upon us by the First Hall Master himself back then. Its power may fall short of the one here at the Divine Beast Holy Land, but using it to hold off Huo Lian and the others for a few months should be no problem," Mo Pozheng said.
"What's the use of saying that?" Pang Ji asked. "There are no formation materials here. How are you going to set up a grand formation like that?"
"I have been carrying them with me all along." As Mo Pozheng spoke, he opened his hand, revealing countless Black Needles.
Pang Ji's eyes narrowed. He could sense the immense power filling those Fine Needles.
Perhaps only Kui Yong possessed such ability.
He had assumed that setting up a formation as powerful as the one Mo Pozheng described would require countless precious formation materials.
He had not expected him to have prepared everything already.
"Then why didn't you say so sooner?" Pang Yi demanded loudly. "A few months will be more than enough for us."
"Forgive me, Hall Master. It is simply that this formation can only be deployed once. Earlier, your subordinate still clung to a thread of hope, thinking Huo Lian and the others would not arrive in time. Thinking about it now, I feel deeply uneasy. That is why I still believe setting up this