Qin You’s expression froze instantly. He was fully aware of how much trouble he was in now.

The runes approached even during this momentary loss of focus, their walls crushing in the space they occupied.

“What the hell are these things, senior brother Qin?” The white-haired cultivator was blindsided, his voice terrified. They had a reasonable breadth of experience as geniuses of a sacred land, but never had they witnessed so weird a sight before.

A regular formation couldn’t possibly move around, could it?

These approaching runes felt like one that could. Moreover, they were so...