At that moment, Feng Jinchuan's heart suddenly stirred. If he could get hold of the method, perhaps the Feng family could escape this place sooner.
Song Wanníng caught the calculating gleam in his eyes without missing a beat. Her heart turned cold. Feng Jinchuan was truly cunning, willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goals.
"It doesn't matter how we got in, what you need to know is that your Feng family is doomed."
Song Wanníng smirked mockingly. Without wasting more words, she flicked her fingers once, and a streak of light shot swiftly into the formation.
The once calm formation suddenly roiled like water dropped into boiling oil, instantly erupting in violent agitation.
"No!"
Wulan shouted, "Everyone beware of this evil formation!"
To them, the origin of this formation was unknown, and having never seen it before, they had no idea how powerful it was.
But Song Wanníng's confident demeanor made it clear—this formation was no ordinary trap.
"Stick together and fight as one!"
Feng Jinchuan ordered, and the elders immediately formed a back-to-back defensive circle, preparing to face the formation.
Song Wanníng crossed her arms, watching coldly from outside.
By her side, Bai Yang transformed into a statue, never uttering a word.
Yet he was filled with questions, confused about why these people knew the Song family, and puzzled over his master's purpose in bringing him here. All this time, he had either hidden in the cave or served as background, unable to help at all.
Now with the evil formation activated, a thin sweat broke out on his palm.
This formation's harmful effects were clearly the work of demon cultivators. Master was taking a great risk... Luckily, this was the Secluded Land. If this leaked out, the cultivation world would no longer have a place for her.
He had to protect Master's secret well.
As he pondered, the formation shifted again. The once swirling black smoke began to swirl faster, and a fierce wind suddenly whipped up.
A strange gale roared past them, chilling their bones.
Everyone's hearts sank as a sharp cold rose from their feet, and they shivered in unison.
Suddenly, the wild wind howled around them, thick black smoke curling upward, coiling around their bodies.
Their expressions changed immediately. They drew out their magical treasures and launched a counterattack, faces grim and movements swift and fierce. But careful observation revealed that after entering the formation, their attacks weakened drastically. Though they used old techniques, the power they unleashed was pitifully weak.
Compared to the roaring wind, it felt like ants trying to shake a tree.
A sinking feeling filled their hearts. The growing dread surged as they fought back desperately, shouting, "Patriarch, what should we do? This formation is so strange!"
"Yes, I feel very uneasy deep down, like a great disaster is coming. Patriarch, you must find a way!"
"This formation drains our strength. I feel like a Nascent Soul cultivator now!"
"Patriarch, say something!"
Feng Jinchuan had always been their pillar of strength. They were used to following his orders and now relied entirely on him for a solution. His expression was icy, but inside he was just as anxious.
With the situation so dire, what plan could he have?
He said nothing and silently fought back. Seeing this, the last glimmer of hope in the group vanished.
They could only fight harder.
The formation soon shifted again. Among the swirling black smoke, streaks of red appeared.
Wulan failed to notice and was caught by a wisp of black smoke. The mixed red smoke touched his body and immediately burned a terrifying hole. His expensive robes dissolved into a pile of foul-smelling ashes on the ground.
The hole on his arm spread like growing vines, rapidly crawling outward.
Within a breath, half his arm was reduced to bare white bones.
"Ah!"
Wulan cried out in pain, staring horrified at his arm as the hole continued creeping. He grit his teeth and swung his sword, severing the arm. The severed arm rolled on the ground and was corroded instantly, leaving only a solitary bone lying there.
Wulan's pupils trembled, eyes wide with terror.
What kind of smoke was this?
So ruthless!
Before he could figure it out, more red smoke mingled with black rose and swirled around him. He dashed to dodge, but a black smoky head suddenly lunged from behind.
Its huge mouth opened wide and bit at him.
The mouth transformed in the void like a gaping abyss, swallowing Ulan whole.
"Wulan!"
Everyone gasped in shock and instinctively wanted to rush to help.
But the next second, they froze, faces filled with horror and disbelief.
The huge mouth spat Wulan out.
But all that remained was a skeleton.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it was Wulan.
"Wulan!"
The crowd's eyes burned with hatred and tears, itching to charge and die together with that monstrous mouth. But reason held their legs as if welded in place. They could not move.
Feng Jinchuan's eyes reddened as he witnessed this. Murderous intent wrapped around him like a demon from hell, fixed on Song Wanníng outside the formation.
Song Wanníng shrugged innocently. "Why are you glaring at me? This is only the appetizer."
She curled her lips, unafraid and defiant.
The Feng family had schemed to have the entire Song family slaughtered in the last life. Now, collecting a little interest was too much for them to bear?
Their lives mattered, but others' did not?
Hmph.
Feng Jinchuan clenched his fists silently. Something suddenly approached from behind. He barely dodged, his figure blurring.
"Tsk, you'd better find a way to dodge first. Don't come blaming me for distracting you."
Song Wanníng crossed her arms, looking utterly relaxed.
"You bitch, you fucking bitch!"
"When we get out, we will tear you apart!"
"And your Song family too! Chop you all to pieces for the dogs! None of you will live!"
The elders lost control.
This formation was truly terrifying.
What Divine Transformation cultivators? What strongest of the lower realm? They were swallowed in one bite, not even their Yuányīng escaped.
Before this evil formation, they were nothing.
Today, they might really die here.
Filled with grief and rage, the elders' anger matched by the collapse of the smile on Song Wanníng's face.
The scenes of the previous life's massacre of the Song family flashed before her eyes again. She closed her eyes and wiped away the blood-red vision.
When she opened them, the killing intent burned even stronger.
She curled her lips and, amid the furious stares of everyone, unleashed another streak of light.