Filled with apprehension, he muttered to himself, "This formation is ridiculously strong. I doubt even I could emerge unscathed if I were to step inside."
The sharpness of those solidified spiritual threads went without saying, but the eerie, unpredictable way they moved was beyond what any ordinary Integration cultivator could withstand. To be trapped in such a confined cage filled Ning Chen with a chill. Whoever had set up this formation was truly ruthless.
The other Qingjiao Clan cultivator had managed to summon a bell-shaped Magic Tool to barely deflect the attack of the solidified spiritual threads, but upon hearing his brother's screams, a look of desperate urgency appeared on his face. Ignoring the excruciating pain from his severed arm, the wounded cultivator began to chant a spell, no longer daring to be careless. In a flash, a mirror-like shield appeared before him, blocking the incoming assault.
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