Yun Wuxin was utterly stunned, then he immediately realized what was happening. His eyes threatened to split from their sockets in desperation as he shouted, "Run! What are you all doing here? It's a trap! There's a Fallen Saint Formation here, get out!"
His voice was thunderous, but the Saints remained unmoved.
The Shadow Fiend also snapped to its senses. Laughing wildly as its Demon Patterns flared, it proactively activated the Fallen Saint Formation. "Hahaha, excellent, just excellent… all here, nice and tidy. Today, every single one of you will die here!"
Tao Fan also recovered from his shock. As Demonic Qi surged to the heavens, he sneered, "Die here!"
As their voices faded, ancient Demon Patterns on the ground began to glow. They shone continuously, extending and transforming into a boundless formation that soared into the sky.
"%#@￥..."
An ancient demonic tongue whispered in their ears.
