"Why did you stop, let's see what else you got."
Xiao Fang stored the crystal away, then reached for another.
The moment his fingers brushed its surface, a sharp wave of killing intent swept across his soul. This one was different—volatile, aggressive, and far more ancient in feeling.
'It's another Earth-grade formation,' Xiao Fang thought as he counted well over 9 different inscriptions.
However, the formation itself was far larger and soul shaking than the flying pavilion was.
Eventually, the crystal began to demonstrate what the formation could do, but the moment it started Xiao Fang felt his stomach sink, and his teeth clench.
This wasn't a simple offensive formation at all.
It wasn't just an ordinary attack formation, but one that required a powerful weapon as its foundation—a spear, sword, or artifact capable of withstanding immense strain. The technique itself felt ancient, tyrannical, and devastating.
