Yang Tian frowned.
As the array was set down, he instantly entered an illusory space.
All around him was divine breath.
But this divine breath kept boiling, and the entire space was in a state of distortion.
Yang Tian deployed his divine sense to probe, but he couldn't sense the reality around him.
"Yang Tian, you're doomed!"
A cold voice echoed.
Yang Tian looked up and saw those four elders staring coldly at him from a distance above.
Yang Tian could also see the panicked Li Min and his own body that was already motionless.
It seems that entering this space and trying to exit is indeed a troublesome matter.
After all, these four elders appeared to be Lin Zhenbang's protectors, and their cultivation was superior to Master Wudao's.
The array they set up was even more terrifying than those Yang Tian had encountered before.
"Min, Yang Tian is trapped, his life or death depends on your word!"
Lin Zhenbang's voice sounded, somewhat ethereal.
