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The crowd surged forward in succession, madly rushing into the Formation, turning into bursts of blood mist as they exploded, while inside the Formation, there were ghostly wails and wolves' howls as flesh and blood were scattered in all directions.
One by one, Space Rings fell off, and Li Xiaobai nodded with satisfaction. With a flick of his wrist, another longsword appeared in his hand, which he casually swung at the cultivators inside the Formation who were desperately trying to break it and flee.
In an instant, the cultivators inside the Formation moved towards Li Xiaobai, rushing at him. Their bodies left the safe zone and were turned into a pulp by the Formation's forces.
A few cultivators at the edge of the movement technique looked hard at the Formation's slaughter, forcibly breaking through the Formation at the cost of severe injuries to themselves.