While the two spoke, they began to form a formation.
Within a few breaths, the three of them had created a formidable triangle formation and tightly surrounded Seraphina and her party.
At the same time, Gilbert and Willow released overwhelming pressure.
Seraphina and her companions were instantly shrouded in an aura of terror.
The combined strength of an eighth-turn Mahayana and a ninth-turn Mahayana cultivator was enough to freeze the blood in one's veins.
Furthermore, the killing aura that steamed from Gilbert was even colder and more ruthless than the icy breath radiating from Seraphina herself.
This dreadful presence overloaded Edwin and others' senses, numbing them.
"What do we do now?" whispers of fear floated through the group.
"The man they call Mr. Willow was once a seventh-turn Mahayana powerhouse. Now his strength is obscured, but I believe he's advanced into the eighth turn. The black-clad man beside him is even stronger," Edwin explained gravely.
