In the centre, with Yu Feng as the epicenter, a chilling array manifested itself before Daoist Tong Chen. It spread out in all directions, reminiscent of the black-and-white envoys from the Underworld coming to claim souls.
Daoist Tong Chen could not believe this sight. Yu Feng had just reached the Golden Core Stage without even stabilizing his realm. How could he possibly set up such a powerful formation?
This was beyond comprehension.
A formation set up by someone in the Golden Core Stage should not pose a threat to someone at the Nascent Soul Stage.
Even his fifth senior brother, who had meticulously spent seven years setting up the Spirit Plant Formation, could only weaken his own rune power and posed no direct threat to himself.
With a forced smile on his face, Daoist Tong Chen said, "Good apprentice, what are you doing? You'd better dismantle the formation quickly, it wouldn't be good if you harm me."
