Shortly after, purple gas shrouded Ba Ma's palms. He looked up. "Divination." His voice resounded in the Mausoleum of Swords.
The Sword Formation in the skies began shaking.
"Praise." Ba Ma made weird sounding notes from his mouth. When the notes were stringed together, there seemed to be a gust of wind entering through the opening from where the light streamed in.
The Witchcraft Formation Circles appeared around the edges of the Seven Terminal Formation. Energy began amassing.
Zhang Yuanshan was excited to see this. He could feel the gathering of energy. He felt as if he could see the power that allegedly surpassed that of an Eight-leaf stage elite.
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Outside the Mausoleum of Swords.
The rising purple gas moved toward the surroundings on the ground. The purple gas would leave withered trees, plants, and grass in its wake.
Meanwhile, in another location, a similar body of purple gas was gathering the local energy as well.
