"Bang!"
A dull explosion sounded in Chen Fusheng's chest.
In the next moment, a circle of white light spread out with Chen Fusheng as the core.
Then, the spiritual armor of every cultivator in the Starry Sky Sword Formation flickered like stars in the night sky.
Seeing this scene, Ji Xuhui's indifferent expression became serious.""A formation to disperse attacks?"
In front of them, Chen Fusheng wielded his immortal sword and said coldly,""Perfected Ji, retreat now. My Chen family can pretend that nothing has happened. Perfected Ji, please don't make a mistake!"
"Cut the crap. Do you think a mere array formation can stop this old man? One had to know that any array formation had its limits. If one broke this limit, the array formation would break itself!"
Hearing this, Chen Fusheng waited with rapt attention.
