After only thirty seconds, the formation reached its maximum power, unleashing an unimaginable force. Spatial fissures appeared around the formation like destructive rays, and the weaker elders in the audience felt death approaching and ran away in desperation.
Rong and Xiu were shielded by the sect's vice-leader, their stunned faces witnessing this deathly prison. Xiu tightly held the waist of her dress with trembling hands, while Rong clenched the hilt of her sword at her waist, trying to control her astonishment.
The old man with white hair observed their reaction with satisfaction. Lian was ruthless and unforgiving, yet also fair and kind, the qualities of a natural leader. These two proud young heirs cared deeply for him, and Lian possessed a magnetic charisma that created incredible bonds.
