When Xu Zimei stepped onto the Teleportation Array and it began to operate, he saw in the void the Heavenly Net Earthly Trap that had been laid down.
Lines of Formation, straight as laser beams, crisscrossed by the tens of thousands.
Dense and innumerable.
The connection of tens of millions of Formation lines was enough to imagine how vast the Formation set up around here was.
And on every single Formation line, Xu Zimei could sense endless killing intent.
He was somewhat glad he hadn't, in a fit of hot-headedness back then, chosen to launch a direct assault together with the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.
With his current strength, perhaps even this Formation might not be able to do anything to him.
But it would still entangle him, hinder him from obtaining the Space Ancient God's legacy, and once the Holy Ancestor and the others discovered something was wrong and rushed over—
The final decisive battle would probably begin ahead of time.
