"Oh my god, there's a massive formation below us too! What are we going to do? If that lightning hits us, we're dead for sure!"
Right now, everyone inside the entrance had also noticed the countless bolts of lightning pursuing them from below, and panic quickly spread through the group.
Because what they felt within those bolts of lightning was a power of absolute annihilation.
If struck by them, death was almost certain.
"Haha, do you see that? Do you all see that?"
"I told you not to follow that Chu Feng! Now do you believe me?"
"What right does a mere Chu Feng have to challenge the Linghu Heavenly Clan? What right does he have to go up against the main formation of the Martial Cultivation Realm of Ancestral Martial?"
Of all the people present, none was happier than Pu Yang Han. He made no effort to conceal his emotions, laughing maniacally, his grin twisted and savage.
His hatred for Chu Feng, his resentment toward Chu Feng—all the pent-up feelings finally erupted in full at this moment.
His heart was filled with exhilaration.
At the same time, the members of the Pu Yang Heavenly Clan looked at Pu Yang Han with lingering fear in their eyes, and there was actually deep gratitude in their gazes.
Although it had been Pu Yang Han's threats that stopped them from entering the Sacred Spirit Light Formation in the first place, they were now grateful—grateful that Pu Yang Han had threatened them. It was precisely his threats that had allowed them to avoid this calamity.
"But wait—doesn't the Martial Cultivation Realm of Ancestral Martial have a protective formation? While inside, aren't we supposed to be undying and immortal?" a member of the Pu Yang Heavenly Clan asked, still recovering from his relief.
"How foolish. You can be undying in other areas, but that's the main formation we're talking about! The main formation controls everything—if it wants you dead, do you really think you can survive?" Pu Yang Han replied.
"Then doesn't that mean they're doomed?" As these words sank in, the fear on the faces of the Pu Yang Heavenly Clan grew even more pronounced.
"Hmph. They brought it on themselves," Pu Yang Han said dismissively, wishing nothing more than for Chu Feng and all of them to perish there.
Although Pu Yang Han wanted them all dead, there were still many people who did not wish for that.
And those who didn't want them to die were naturally the clansmen of the various powers.
"Lord Tiemian, they're still young and don't know any better—please, we beg you to spare them!"
"Lord Tiemian, please show mercy!"
In the square, voices pleading for mercy rang out one after another. Their supplications were not only desperate and abject—some had even knelt before Linghu Tiemian. To save their fellow clansmen, some had already cast aside their dignity.
Yet in the face of everyone's pleas, Linghu Tiemian remained utterly unmoved. He spoke a single, offhand sentence: "I gave them the chance. They chose not to treasure it. You can hardly blame my Linghu Heavenly Clan for being ruthless."
But then he added: "However, the formation hasn't eliminated them yet. If they have any sense, they'd best activate the key themselves, leave the Martial Cultivation Realm of Ancestral Martial, and never return. Otherwise… they can only be buried here."
Upon hearing these words, everyone's faces turned ashen. Because Linghu Tiemian's statement had confirmed what they had already suspected in their hearts—that the lightning formation really could obliterate them all.