Fang Bai flew into the deep mountains, lowered his figure, and landed in a valley filled with scattered rocks.
Holding the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, he raised his eyes and looked at Gu Mo and the others, his eyes flashing with electric-like cold light.
In this valley, there was the Nine Bends Soul Loss Formation set up by Fang Bai. Unable to shake off the pursuit of Gu Mo and the others, he simply lured them into this formation.
As long as the other party enters the formation, he would activate the great formation, trap them, and then take the opportunity to escape.
"Why isn't that kid continuing to run away?"
"Could it be that his spiritual energy is running out and he can't fly anymore?"
"That's possible, after all, he only has a cultivation level of Thunder Tribulation Level One."
"But it was precisely this Thunder Tribulation Level One martial artist who killed several high-ranking members of our sect! Steward Liu was also seriously injured by him just now..."
