It can be said without reservation that the moment the Formation activated, escape became impossible for anyone.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The Formation continued to tremble, its luminescent barrier encompassing the entire ten-mile gallery. Among it, leaves danced in the air, those originally fiery maple leaves turning an even deeper crimson, as if at any moment they might burst into flames. Every blade of grass, every tree, every decorative pattern, and every wisp of air overflowed with enchantment, constantly affecting the hearts of Cultivators.
This influence was subtle yet overwhelmingly intense. At this moment, the Empress could clearly see that the Demon Lord's gaze had become much more vacant, betraying layers of struggle.
Including the Empress Dowager, who had always been lofty and proud, flaunting her power before the Empress, now lay hollow-eyed on the cold jade bed.
Glowing halos radiated from her body.
