"Just try it!"
Zhumie spoke coldly, maintaining his composure even in the face of disaster.
"As you wish! I also want to see whether your power is stronger or the ancient formation left by the Dragon God Clan's ancestors is more powerful."
Feng Wuchen's mocking laughter echoed within the formation.
"No! Young Master, we can't withstand such powerful energy!" Zhuge Mingjun shouted in horror.
"Young Master, we are already seriously injured, we can't possibly withstand the power of the formation!" Kuang Ying was extremely fearful, feeling hopeless, as the world of light transformed into darkness, and all defenses collapsed completely.
The others were already too frightened to speak. With their cultivation, facing such terrifying formation power would certainly end with them turned to ashes.
"Immediately retreat to the formation's edge!" Zhumie commanded coldly, then waved his hand, enveloping Zhuge Mingjun and the others in a powerful force.
