"Brother, just break the formation!"
Li Qingque brandished his sword: "Leave these corpses to us."
"Just a cup of tea's time."
Chen Sansi remained calm.
He calmed his mind and sat cross-legged, beginning to study the formation around the stone platform, staying still despite the tumult behind him.
About half an incense stick later.
The formation from the prehistoric era was broken by Chen Sansi.
The array patterns extinguished.
Countless corpses fell apart like puppets, scattering on the ground, no longer moving.
Effortless!
This was Li Qingque's first impression.
If anyone else were here.
Even if they didn't die within the formation, they would have been trapped for a long time, but the person in front of them solved the problem without any effort.
Just as Chen Sansi stood up, ready to take the Transport Silk.
