Yunjing Mountain, the vast spell formation's light shield disappeared in an instant.
As Lin Shiming roared, Lin Gang also realized what was happening and hurriedly waved the formation flags again, preparing to reactivate the formation.
But all they saw was a giant black millstone, like a small mountain, ruthlessly crushing down.
It firmly blocked the light shield's circulation.
Accompanied by the grating, harsh sound of grinding, the golden light shield continued to be worn away.
The spirit boats in the sky vanished in a flash, and about a dozen black-robed Heavenly Demon Sect Cultivators burst forth.
"Hehe, there's one who knows what's happening, but it's too late!" The leading black-robed cultivator revealed his cultivation level, and the spread of his Supreme Grade spirit might at the peak of Foundation Establishment became apparent.
Lin Shiming's body was so pressured that he could barely breathe.
