He curled his lips and sneered, "Zhang Huaiqing, you must be mad to use the Cloud Peak's fate to strengthen the formation. Aren't you afraid of destroying the fate you've worked so hard to seize?!"
"So-called fate is accumulated bit by bit by the sect over thousand autumns and ten thousand years and is meant to be used. It's just right to deal with a senior!"
Zhang Huaiqing's hands formed seals as quick as a shadow. Within the Great Formation, the sect's fate transformed into Divine Beasts, rushing toward the Kunxu Ancestor trapped inside.
Xuan Qiongzi fended off the formation's attacks, confident that even with the Cloud Peak's fate's support, this formation couldn't harm him.
Yet the more it was so, the stranger he felt.
Could it be that these people just intended to trap him here, wasting time?
Perhaps...
It was a "lure the tiger from its lair" strategy.
Indeed!
The Sound Transmission Talisman on his body was triggered.
Xuan Qiongzi heard the voice of a sect disciple.
