Two minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao had already arrived at the residence of this Half-step Mahayana Extreme Realm ancestor. A miniature Formation enveloped the vast palace.
"Pretty cautious. He actually set up a small Formation in his own lair!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a playful tone.
Staring at the offensive-and-defensive Formation before him, streaks of azure spiritual light flowed over its surface, tightly protecting it. A terrifying aura of slaughter rippled out from the Formation, spreading in all directions.
Even without being activated, just the aura it released instinctively was already extremely powerful.
The surrounding space, under the azure light emitted by the Formation, produced a series of sizzling sounds, as if the next instant it would be unable to withstand this immense power and be punctured and blown apart.
"What a powerful Formation! Looks like this old thing is quite familiar with the Dao of Formations." Zhang Xiaohao thought seriously in his heart.
Whoosh!
