The great fog that spread out from the depths swiftly swept across the entire hunting ground.
The Sun Clan's white-haired old cultivator of the True Intent Realm had not failed to notice it. The moment the fog first emerged from the depths of the hunting ground, he had sensed it.
This strange fog had never appeared during the previous nineteen hunting meets, so the instant he discovered something amiss, he immediately set out for the depths to investigate.
Yet what he had never expected was that the appearance of this fog had actually triggered the hunting ground's external defensive formation on its own.
Under the formation's effects, a True Intent Realm existence like him was directly barred outside.
Worse still, seemingly affected by the fog's mutation, the method the Sun Clan possessed for controlling the grand formation had also lost its effect at this time.
As a result, this hunting ground had become a place that could only be exited, not entered.
At this point, the situation was still within control, because the formation was not unbreakable.
The white-haired old cultivator immediately summoned his martial nephew. As long as the two joined forces, they could break the formation and rescue every cultivator trapped within the hunting ground.
But just as the two made their move, four powerful forces erupted from the formation, instantly blasting them back a hundred li.
"How is this possible?! Martial Uncle, isn't this a defensive formation? Since when did it possess such power?!"
The handsome man's hands trembled. That tremendous force from moments ago had left his arms weak and numb even now.
As he looked toward the grand formation, his eyes were filled with wariness.
He was a First Layer True Intent cultivator, while his martial uncle had reached the True Intent Fourth Layer.
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