"What's going on? How can this formation be so strong?"
The transcendent San Jue, his face cold and filled with fury, was extraordinary in his demeanor.
Three nascent souls and hundreds of Golden Cores and Foundation Establishment disciples, attacking the formation of a Golden Core force, yet they had not broken it after a long duration, even sustaining considerable losses. This was an utter humiliation for him.
All the more so when he had meticulously planned and adequately prepared, which made it even more embarrassing.
"This... this..."
The personal disciple responsible for the operation was sweating profusely, stammering, unsure of what to say.
