Strange, multicolored rays of light erupted from their hands, weaving together to form a colossal formation. Within it, the waters of the Yellow River surged and roared like an ancient beast from the dawn of time, as if intending to swallow the entire world. The crashing waves rose thousands of feet high, each one surging with boundless power. The surrounding air was warped by the formation’s intensity, emitting a low, droning hum that sounded like the wailing of countless tormented souls, chilling one to the bone.
"What formation is this? To think it possesses such formidable power!" Daoist Randeng’s face turned grim, his brow furrowed with deep unease. He turned toward Guangchengzi and the others, his eyes revealing a trace of anxiety. "This formation is not to be trifled with; we must proceed with extreme caution," he said, his voice deep and steady as he tried to keep the others calm.
Guangchengzi frowned, staring at the churning Yellow River water. Gritting his teeth, he declared, "Regardless of what formation this is, our Chanjiao has never known fear! Today, we shall break it and avenge our fallen disciples!" His voice was firm, resolute, and brimming with fighting spirit, as if declaring war upon the three sisters. Led by Daoist Randeng, the Twelve Golden Immortals marched toward the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation. They moved in perfect unison, their expressions grave, clutching their magic treasures tightly in preparation for the unknown challenge ahead.
Chapter 197