As Lin Xuankong's thoughts turned, Little Yu King, accompanied by those six individuals, had already formed a rather peculiar Battle Array several miles away. The seven Profound Truth Jades on Little Yu King's Golden Light Armor flashed faintly. Meanwhile, the True Qi of the other six men dispersed, continuously forming profound Array Inscriptions. Finally, this True Qi, now in the form of Inscriptions, interwove and coiled around Little Yu King, Yu Changge.
In the next moment, Little Yu King's figure began to swell continuously. In an instant, he reached a height of three zhang. Clad in his Golden Light Armor, he looked majestic. By this time, the black cloud heading towards Xiaoo Ying'Er had drifted to a height of about one hundred zhang above Little Yu King's head.
"GO!" Little Yu King suddenly roared.
