Carson Flores suddenly opened his eyes and saw the Array Flag that soared into the sky snap with a crack.
Thirteen Battle Formation Flags, linked to each other, with one broken, its power greatly diminished in an instant.
In the darkness, huge silhouettes as large as mountains lunged forward, bearing down like Mount Tai; there were women in white, floating as if they were about to ascend to immortality, their sword lights flickering like lightning striking the heavenly dome; there were white-haired old men moving like phantoms, their claw shadows as imposing as mountains.
The Thirteen Battle Formation Flags snapped, collapsed in an instant, and many Cultivators close to the flags were enveloped in the overpowering assault, not even having the time to scream before they turned into blood mist under the vast tearing energy.
Carson felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
