After speaking, he cast a spell toward the crack in the secret realm before him.
Suddenly, radiant light surged around the crack, the ground trembled slightly, forming a massive formation about ten feet wide, interwoven with a layer of shimmering white spiritual light.
"What kind of formation is this?"
Lu Changsheng had some knowledge of formations, but not extensive research, so he couldn't discern what this formation was.
However, a few individuals observed the formation with subtle expressions, their expressions carrying a trace of solemnity.
Soon, figures began to pass through the formation one after another, entering the secret realm through the crack.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, a thin old man stepped onto the array patterns, and suddenly a surge of demonic energy erupted.
"A Demon Cultivator!"
"How dare you, Demon Cultivator!"
Upon witnessing this demonic energy, someone instantly exclaimed.
"Buzz——"
