Xu Wendong, looking haggard, hovered in mid-air, snorting coldly, "My formation has not been broken by you yet!"
As he spoke, he made hand seals.
The damaged formation quickly healed, seemingly about to return to its original state.
Luo Yun waved his hand, "Enter the formation and capture this kid alive!"
To speak the truth, Xu Wendong's formation healing speed was indeed fast, but far from matching those cultivators' speed.
Following Luo Yun's command, thousands upon thousands of cultivators surged in like a flood, eyes glinting fiercely.
However, just as they stepped into the formation, an indescribable fear instantly filled their hearts.
They looked around, seeing light and shadows interwoven, as if countless eyes were secretly watching them.
Those eyes were cold and merciless, causing a shiver deep in their souls.
They started to feel uneasy, as if stepping deeper into an inescapable nightmare.
