The Magical Treasure was shaped like a conch. As long as Divine Sense was used to inject what one wished to say into it, it would automatically transform it into a very, very loud sound!
Li Zhiyue's plan was to borrow the power of the Magical Treasure to tell all the cultivators trapped in the Formation that, if they acted against the Formation simultaneously, they could shatter it in an instant and then flee in all directions.
As for whether they would take action, Li Zhiyue dared not guarantee, but in the face of despair, when a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged, surely everyone would desperately seize that slim chance of survival.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Zhiyue threw the conch out, activated it, and then actively extinguished her Divine Sense within it.
"Fellow Daoists, five breaths from now, if everyone attacks the Formation at the same time, it can be broken, and only then will there be a chance to survive!"
