Wen Zhen's roar couldn't have been more timely.
However, at this moment, his Divine Soul was weak, and by the time he sensed the intruder's formation and responded with this cry, two thoughts had already passed.
This timing was already extremely fast.
But it was still too late at this moment.
As he stepped into the formation, Han Yi's right hand slapped the main formation disk, his mana surged, and without any hesitation, he harnessed the power of the formation to condense nine Spirit-killing bodies, carrying numerous magical treasures and artifacts, and bombarded them.
When Wen Zhen's voice sounded, the magical treasures and artifacts were already within three meters of him. Even Han Yi, when he reacted, was overwhelmed by the raging spirit power.
It was a moment of lightning flint.
