Western riverbank.0

The river water rolled past, and the formation beneath his feet glowed brightly, preventing the spirit wind in the sky from crossing the riverbank. The demonic smoke moving south had no choice but to settle here, forcing a battle on the riverbank.0

Li Xizhi lifted his rainbow light, dispersing the incoming spell art. He glanced downward. The surging devil cultivators were being held off by the formation. Most were blocked, but quite a few were searching for gaps, trying to slip around the edges of the formation.0

The Azure Pond Sect’s formation hadn’t originally been designed to trap devil cultivators. It had been a strategic move between Purple Mansion Realm cultivators; a defensive...0