Within the grand formation, the elders and disciples of the Wind Moon Sect stationed at various positions, upon hearing these words, all lifted their heads in confusion, looking anxiously toward Golden Silkworm. They were all unaware of what exactly was happening, but they sensed a tremendous and unavoidable crisis looming imminently.
Unlike the bewildered faces of the Wind Moon Sect members.
Upon seeing the white talisman emitting intense spatial fluctuations held in Golden Silkworm's right hand, Situ Jiang's pupils immediately shrank to pinholes. He stared fixedly at the talisman, seven words escaped his lips, each enunciated with difficulty:
"Tier Three, Top Grade, Forbidden! Breaking! Talisman!"
When these seven words resounded, the space here seemed to grow as heavy as lead, and the temperature seemed to plummet rapidly.
"What?!"
"It's actually a Forbidden-Breaking Talisman?"
"And it's a Tier Three Top Grade Forbidden-Breaking Talisman?"
