The streak of light shot swiftly into the formation. Any formation master here would immediately recognize that Song Wanníng had triggered the formation's full power.
Even without understanding the details, everyone could feel it clearly.
Suddenly, the formation trembled violently again, and an even stronger wind whipped up. More and more red smoke billowed out, sweeping toward the people.
"You're despicable!"
An elder shouted and quickly fled.
This red smoke was unbearably fierce. They dared not clash with it head-on. The group scattered in all directions while fiercely wielding their treasures to fight back. At this moment, no one held back. Their only thought was to shatter the smoke and avoid being swallowed whole.
Feng Jinchuan's face was shrouded in murderous intent and cold clouds. As he fought, he searched for a way to break the formation.
But after using several magical treasures and nearly every spell they had, the red smoke showed no sign of weakening. If anything, it seemed only angrier, attacking them more wildly. Their massive spiritual energy could push the smoke back, but it could not harm it at all.
What should they do?
Feng Jinchuan quickly calmed himself and actively sought a strategy. He could not panic and lose control. That would be the end.
Inside the formation, the elders fought hard against the red smoke, but screams soon rang out. One elder had a leg swallowed by the red smoke, nearly falling from midair in pain. Another was burned through at the waist. The only solution was to amputate the injured part immediately; otherwise, the infection would spread faster and kill them sooner.
Soon, Song Wanníng and Bai Yang saw the elders raising weapons and sacrificing limbs one by one.
As long as they survived, there were plenty of pills to heal their wounds.
Blood splattered wildly inside the formation, cries of pain never ceasing.
Bai Yang frowned, troubled as he watched.
In his impression, Divine Transformation elders were mysterious and lofty beings. But these people were no different from ordinary civilians. Their endurance was even weaker than the juniors. His illusions were shattered.
Song Wanníng was not surprised at all. These people had lived easy lives, almost without hardship. Their resilience was naturally poor.
Their spiritual power outside was shallow, making Divine Transformation cultivation nearly impossible. They had never endured true hardship. Their achievements were on a completely different level.
After coming here, Song Wanníng relaxed slightly. Although many Divine Transformation cultivators lived in the Secluded Land, they were not invincible. The Song family was not necessarily doomed.
...
Time passed, and the situation in the formation worsened.
The elders kept taking pills to replenish spent spiritual energy, but pills would eventually run out. Unease deepened among them.
Looking closer, most of the once powerful group now had missing limbs. The sight was pitiful. Only Feng Jinchuan looked somewhat disheveled, his hair the only part showing damage.
Song Wanníng's eyes darkened. The key to awakening the Dragon Vein was in him. If he resisted the formation, her troubles would multiply.
Unfortunately, apart from manipulating the formation, she could not increase its power dramatically. She could only wait.
"You bitch, let us out now!"
"If you keep this up, your Song family will all die tonight!"
"Do you really think killing us will guarantee safety for the Song family?"
The elders spat threats, demanding Song Wanníng release them.
This formation was terrifying.
But as soon as the words fell, someone suddenly screamed.
Everyone looked up just in time to see that person swallowed by a huge bloody mouth. The next moment, a shattered human skeleton was spat out and rolled to the ground.
Silence returned to the formation.
Two sets of bones had shocked them deeply. Taking them down was as easy as eating or drinking, making their counterattacks look like jokes.
After a brief silence, harsher words came.
They cursed madly, losing all dignity and composure expected of Divine Transformation cultivators.
Song Wanníng remained calm, a smile lingering on her lips.
The enemy's dying curses were her sweetest battle song, soothing to her spirit. The more they broke down, the more satisfaction she felt. These people were far more arrogant when plotting to take the Song family.
"Save your energy for the formation."
Feng Jinchuan frowned at the insults, growing impatient. At this point, what good was cursing?
Waste of breath.
"Patriarch, she's just too much!"
The elders' eyes reddened, pushed to desperation.
Feng Jinchuan's gaze darkened as he narrowly dodged a streak of red smoke and heard another scream. Turning back, another skeleton lay on the ground. The elders froze and their eyes burned with rage.
"I'll fight you all to the death!"
They roared and attacked the red smoke fiercely. But the red smoke morphed into a gaping bloody mouth that lunged at one of them.
"No!"
The man was shocked and reflexively grabbed the elder behind him, pulling him in front. He was fighting off the enemy without expecting betrayal. Only when pushed into the red smoke did he realize what had happened.
His eyes widened in disbelief and he shouted "No!" before vanishing.
When he reappeared, he was nothing but a pile of white bones.
"Wu Fang, how could you—"
The remaining elders were stunned, shocked to see him.
Feng Jinchuan's face turned black as he cursed, "Idiot! At this critical moment, we must unite. Your actions will only hasten our deaths!"
Wu Fang hung his head in shame. His betrayal was a desperate instinct.
"I... I didn't mean to. It felt like I was possessed… It must be the formation controlling me. Believe me!"
Wu Fang offered a weak excuse, panicked and frantic. But no one believed him. It was clear he was trying to save himself at everyone else's expense. There was no time to argue. More red smoke came again.
They fought back with all their might.
Outside the formation, Song Wanníng sneered at the scene.
So the supposedly "united" Feng family would kill each other after all. Her eyes met Feng Jinchuan's fierce glare. His hatred was like a blade stabbing straight at her.
"Why are you staring? I didn't force them to do this."
Song Wanníng shrugged, successfully driving Feng Jinchuan to near madness.