Such matters, the elder generation has seen them so often they're accustomed to them, and do not pay attention. The elders' attitude has become somewhat indulgent. Suddenly, several old men in the front sit up abruptly.
"Something's wrong!" one of the elders in a sackcloth robe exclaimed.
"Elder, what has happened?" a young man asked.
"The formation has strengthened, could something have happened to the Venerable Master?" the sackcloth-robed elder said urgently.
The surrounding Great Array gradually turned from weak to strong.
They originally thought the formation would surely break in two or three days, but unexpectedly, it suddenly became stronger?
Someone is manipulating it? No, there are absolutely no people in this ghostly place!
Suddenly, two men fell swiftly from the gray misty formation in front.
The middle-aged man in the blue robe was severely injured, his left shoulder covered in blood.
The other one was in such a pitiful state, directly having passed away.
