"Not good."
In the formation, countless hearts jumped into their throats.
Especially the members of the Martial Alliance, they despised their lower cultivation level, which had made them incapable of coming to help.
In such a large-scale battle, they could do nothing but watch. Anyone who dared to venture out would be turned into dust before they could even touch the aftermath.
At that moment, countless patterns appeared in the sky.
Interwoven patterns materialized into a massive chessboard.
The chessboard encompassed the seven tornadoes, as well as the Immortal Lord Bingfeng.
At the top of the chessboard, there seemed to be some sort of binding and isolating power.
The tornadoes were cut off from the outside world, unable to draw in any power and thus unable to continue growing.
Simultaneously, atop the chessboard, countless patterns intertwined, coiling towards the tornadoes like large serpents.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
