Qu Linglong and Lu Jianjia looked up at the grand formation in the sky, their expressions filled with horror, their faces deathly pale, utterly desperate.
In their eyes, the entire Qingtong Mountain was now covered by the Pangs' grand formation. Dozens of kilometers were shrouded by the formation's power, and terrifying prohibitions were everywhere. Any slight movement might lead them into an inescapable death trap! Twenty Semi-Saints! This was a grand formation set up by no less than twenty Semi-Saints collaborating! Moreover, on a distant peak, Huang Song held a bow flickering with golden flames. He drew an invisible string, condensing a gigantic golden light arrow over ten meters long, aimed at Qin Heng! Dangers lurked on every side, offering almost no chance of survival. This was a deathtrap!
What do we do? What should we do now? Qu Linglong was completely panicked, drenched in cold sweat. She looked at Lu Jianjia, saying, "Jianjia, what should we do?"
