Under the moonlight.
Zhang Bairan started setting up with a few items in hand.
He was setting up a formation.
Arranging a small Formation.
Chu Ning noticed that Zhang Bairan took out an Earth Spirit Orb and placed it in the middle of these items, then as he made double hand seals, the items laid out on the ground began to flicker with luster.
The light emitted by these items slowly converged, forming beams of light.
Finally, under the control of Zhang Bairan's hand seals, these beams of light gathered into a thick, crimson beam.
"What Formation is this?"
Chu Ning watched in amazement as the crimson beam swept forward following Zhang Bairan's soft chant.
It swept ahead like a laser, bit by bit.
After advancing three meters, the crimson beam stopped, as if an invisible barrier in front hindered its progress.
The red light of the crimson beam also began to grow more enchanting, persistently inching forward.
