"Moyang," Moyang said in a deep, steady voice.
If his guess was correct, there had to be an array formation here.
Moyang did not hesitate. With a thought, he summoned the Great Saint Level war halberd.
Staring at the weapon in his hand and recalling the scene in the illusion, cold sweat beaded on his palms. The illusion had been so lifelike that it felt as if it had truly occurred.
"Open!"
Chapter 265