Ding Fan fixated intensely on the ground.
In Zhuge Qing's Formation, a faint light shimmered; as the light was released, profound and mysterious fluctuations of the world instantly transformed within Zhuge Qing's Formation.
The Ancient Magical Spirit Beast, enveloped by the Formation, displayed a hint of astonishment in its eyes; its previously wildly violent body started to gradually slow down.
The originally fierce aura seemed affected by the Formation as well, and as the Ancient Magical Spirit Beast perceived this, a trace of urgency appeared in its eyes, and deep, resonant roars erupted from its mouth. However, no matter how the Ancient Magical Spirit Beast roared, its body seemingly remained beyond its control, slowing more and more.
Ding Fan, upon seeing this, gazed fixedly at the Formation on the ground.
"Is all this caused by the Formation?"
