The grand formation lay below, divided into eight zones, each with its own independent entrance.
Because the sealing barrier of the formation was transparent, the interior could be seen with perfect clarity.
Behind each zone sat a chest, and within each chest there was sure to be a reward.
But in front of each chest, over ten thousand soldiers were gathered — in every single zone, ten thousand soldiers stood before the chest.
These soldiers were all conjured by the formation. They wore armor, gripped long blades, and each one stood three zhang tall. They had no noses, no mouths — only a pair of hollow eye sockets.
Though they stood motionless for now, their auras were fully released.
Across all eight zones, a total of eighty thousand formation soldiers stood — and every single one was a Fifth Grade Half-God.
"What the hell? How are these formation soldiers so strong?"
"We have to go in there and fight them?"
"But… how are we supposed to fight them? Their cultivation is completely above ours. There's not a single chance of winning."
"What is this supposed to be? How is this completely different from any battlefield we've faced before?"
The juniors panicked. Not a single one among them truly had cultivation at the Fifth Grade Half-God level.
The strongest, Long Zhizhi, was only a Third Grade Half-God. Though she could reach the Fifth Grade Half-God level upon activating her bloodline power, she was the only one who could.
Even if you counted Chu Feng, whose power within the barrier was bizarre and unpredictable, that still made only two people on their side.
But the enemy had eighty thousand Fifth Grade Half-Gods. There was simply no chance of victory.
Whoosh—
Just then, a figure soared downward, heading straight for the formation. It was Chu Feng.
"Has that guy lost his mind?"
Seeing Chu Feng fly straight toward a formation guarded by eighty thousand Fifth Grade Half-Gods, everyone's first reaction was…
That Chu Feng had gone completely mad!!!
But after Chu Feng landed, the eighty thousand soldiers showed no reaction whatsoever. The eight zone entrances remained closed.
Rumble—
Then, the ground trembled. The soil ahead churned, and a massive stone stele slowly rose from the earth.
Upon seeing the stele, Long Zhizhi immediately flew down as well. The rest of the juniors on the cliff followed right after.
Because the stele bore instructions — specifically, how to break this formation.
All eight entrances would open simultaneously. They had the time it took for one stick of incense to burn. Within that window, all eight chests across the eight zones had to be opened.
Otherwise, the formation would not be broken, and everyone would be forcibly expelled from the area.
"You've got to be kidding — one stick of incense, eight zones? That means defeating eighty thousand Fifth Grade Half-Gods?"
"This is a joke, right? There's no way this can be done."
Hearing this, everyone began cursing loudly.
Under these rules, all eight zones had to be broken simultaneously. With the number of people present, they could in theory tackle all zones at once — but the problem was they simply couldn't win.
Among them, only two people had combat power reaching the Fifth Grade Half-God level, and one of those wasn't even from the Totem Dragon Clan.
At the same Fifth Grade Half-God level, a difference in numbers was essentially a difference in combat power. Two people couldn't possibly win against several hundred, let alone eighty thousand — and they had to defeat them one by one?
Crack—
Crack—
Crack—
…
But just as the juniors were still cursing, all eight entrance gates swung open at once.
At the same time, above each of the eight entrances, a stick of incense materialized — and it had already begun to burn.
"It's starting already? Are they insane? This is clearly just meant to make sure we can't pass."
Seeing this, the Totem Dragon Clan juniors cursed even louder.
Though they cursed with their mouths, their bodies began retreating. Some of the more cowardly ones even took to the air, flying back up to the cliff top.
Though the formation's seal prevented them from advancing further, returning to the cliff was still possible.
Why retreat?
Why head back to the cliff?
Because they feared those eighty thousand Fifth Grade Half-Gods.
Even if they couldn't break the formation, once those gates opened, they had no way of knowing whether those eighty thousand soldiers would come charging out.