"Ah—" The disciple beside Chang Yu let out a scream so piercingly high it seemed to tear through the sky, startling the other disciples who had rushed over at the sound.
Clutching the Cattail Leaf Fan in his hand, Chang Yu cautiously took a step back. He waved the fan through the air, creating a gust of wind that instantly turned into frost and fell to the ground. He then pulled up the disciple on the ground, and the two of them retreated together, while the disciples of Qiandao Temple behind them also stopped in panic.
"What, what is that?" A disciple couldn't help but speak, his voice trembling with terror and fear as if spreading a dreadful aura around.
Chang Yu didn't answer. By now, Chang Yu, who had calmed down, had a vague guess that those two dark shadows were still within the formation. Although they had activated the formation, it seemed they couldn't escape it.
