No sooner had the words left his mouth than the formation sprang to life.
The air around it hummed with energy, a palpable force that had Alex instinctively retreating.
He wasn't within the formation, yet the sheer pressure it generated was enough to make breathing a laborious task, the air growing heavy and murky around him.
His body was already battered and bruised, a painful memento of his earlier encounter with the storm serpent.
The beast, an intermediate Qi beast of the fifth stage, dwarfed him in terms of strength and power.
The blow from its tail still throbbed, a constant reminder of his inferiority.
Alex knew that had the storm serpent unleashed its full might, he would be nothing more than a pile of shattered bones and pulped organs.
He had been lucky, the beast not using its full strength.
