The old snake-turtle was sauntering back, its gazefalling onto the zone of the formation.
Having spent more than eight hundred years around here, it wasn't like no human had ever ventured in.
However, without exception, they were all blocked by that formation.
"Eight hundred long years, several generations of the Human Clan have come and gone." The old snake-turtle thought to itself, overly lazy to move and find the little thing, it might as well go back to its nest and sleep.
Perhaps, in two or three hundred years, this human would be nothing but a tomb.
Was there any need for it to act personally?
Meanwhile.
The Warlock puppet, carefully avoiding the aura of each and every beast in the dense forest, quietly arrived outside the formation barrier.
The closer he got to the formation barrier, the more terrifying he could sense the formation.
This aura, even the Yunjian Sect's third-tier, top-notch formation couldn't compare.
