"Fiend Formations!"
Feng Lingling gave a shocked cry, then quickly turned around to look at the teleportation formation which he had used to arrive here. His heart sunk instantly at the sight of it, as it had crumbled to pieces not knowing when. A Yaksha's shadow was seen slowly dissolving into nothingness above the formation. Meanwhile, he could sense a sticky like glue force pressing down from the surroundings. It had completely locked down the void, preventing them from escaping even with a new teleportation formation.
No one in the grand hall dared to make a move now. The people of Zhong Province carefully clustered around their Grand Oracle, Yu Mu, while the Immortals of Green City stood in a circle around Reverend Li Yang and the other Gold Immortals. Both parties were exchanging glances with restless hearts, and eventually, everyone had their eyes rested on the spot where the Heaven Immortal was killed.
