Upon hearing Short Winter Melon's words, everyone laughed delightedly, then disregarded everything and charged directly toward the Flying Tiger Gang.
Hum.
Short Winter Melon ran the fastest, with a crowd closely following behind him.
By the time the last person stepped into the formation, Short Winter Melon suddenly turned around, only to find that behind him, there was no one left, which gave him quite a shock. Where did everyone go? They had all stormed in just now, and now not a single person was in sight?
Of course, Short Winter Melon wouldn't know about this, as the formation was quite large, sustained by nearly a thousand Top Quality Spirit Stones, and had a very long duration. Once inside, it was like entering an independent mini formation where no one could see anyone else.
Even though they could not see each other, they could indeed hear sounds, just as if they were inside a dense fog.
"Damn it, there's still a formation."
