"Are you sure your spell formation can hold a Nascent Soul Cultivator?" Meng Hao asked coolly as he walked through the fog.
"Of course, no problem," replied the parrot. Slapping its chest with its wing, it said, "Lord Fifth's human-powered Celestial spell formation is unique in all the Nine Mountains and Seas. It draws its power from people. Since we have more than a thousand, well, we might not be able to kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but we can definitely trap one inside. Child's play." Its tone was lofty, as if its actions were doubly efficient.
"Can the spell formation move?" asked Meng Hao, his eyes glittering. He stopped walking for a moment as he caught sight of a Dongluo Clan Cultivator of the early Core Formation stage off in the fog. The man was frantically attacking the mist around him, an expression of terror and despair on his face.
