Lin Tianming opened his Eye of Five Colors, gazing at the formation's light curtain.
Within the invisible and colorless curtain, countless beams of light appeared, each nearly the size of a strand of hair, densely packed and innumerable, ultimately converging towards eight directions of the platform, and at each direction there was an energy cluster, presumably the core of the formation.
After circling around the platform, Lin Tianming revealed a grave expression.
"How is it, can you discern anything?"
Seeing Lin Tianming remaining silent, Lin Xingrong asked anxiously from the side.
Faced with his father's pressing question, he began to voice his thoughts.
"It's a bit tricky. Based on my estimation, this formation is at least a Second Order lower-grade formation, focused more on trapping than attacking, otherwise Elder Wu and the rest wouldn't have been able to hold on for long!"
Hearing what Lin Tianming said, everyone present became even more anxious.
