Under the backlash of the grand formation's restrictive power, most of the family clan members present suffered varying degrees of casualties. At worst, they simply lost some magical artifacts, but at worst, clan members turned into stone statues and plummeted below.
Fortunately, Liu Ming and the other five family heads, upon sensing something amiss, promptly gathered their clansmen to distance themselves from the gray light curtain, avoiding being caught up in the disaster.
"This..."
Lei Go, the elder with the surname Ge, and other family heads watched this scene, their faces turning ashen.
These strange gray light curtains were extremely sturdy, not to mention that attacking them would cause a backlash. Everyone was trapped within, like turtles in a jar, and if this continued it would lead only to death.
Liu Ming glanced around, his brows slightly furrowed.
