The Nine Netherworld Formation.
One of the ancient killing arrays.
The killing power within it is beyond question!
The willow tree on the edge of the cliff saw all this and couldn't help feeling a little speechless.
This is just a bunch of projections.
And frankly, even if they brought their true bodies here, the Nine Netherworld Formation really wasn't called for…
This is complete overkill.
Even the little bird perched on the branch was rather helpless.
Such high cultivation, but zero self-awareness—still so damn cautious...
Right now, in midair, the four silhouettes could feel the killing intent slowly rising, and their faces changed drastically!
They had no power to resist this force whatsoever!
Not a shred of hope of enduring even one strike from this kind of formation!
Run!
All they could do was run!
But would Chang'sheng let them just run?
He flipped his palm at once!
