"Are you strong? Don't joke around; it's not funny at all," said Su Hang, shaking his head. "Just come quietly with us, and you can suffer less."
"Hmph!" Ye Mei formed a hand seal and shouted, "Formation, activate!"
In that instant, five Ninth Grade Great Formations sprang into action, enveloping the heavens and the earth, including those paparazzi, entertainment reporters, and the Innate Martial Cultivators of the Earth Spirit Hall outside.
An overwhelming pressure forced everyone inside the formation, except Su Hang, to the ground, unable to move.
"Facing such a big demon head, and they call us ordinary Innates for help... this guy is asking for death, he's going to get us killed," those Innate Martial Cultivators all turned as pale as death.
"Even our hall chief couldn't deal with the overlapping of five Ninth Grade Great Formations; today we are done for," someone trembled all over, sensing the scent of death.
