All the commanders had a serious expression on their faces as they followed Guangcheng and flew down into a barrier.
The barrier blocked all the power from the outside world. There was only a huge formation operating inside. A razor clam with a shell on his back and tentacles on his head was constantly setting up the barrier. He looked very tired.
Around the formation, there were four commanders of the sea tribe, who were constantly pouring their power into the formation. Above the formation, a small black ball was constantly flashing with a terrifying aura. It was getting bigger and bigger. The black ball was swallowing all the divine sense, and no aura could be detected.
"How's the situation, master priest?" Guangcheng asked in a low voice.
The razor clam was a great Alchemist of the sea Race, and his status was even higher than that of human alchemists. In a place with a strict hierarchy like the sea Race, even the experts of the royal family had to be polite to him.
