811 A Clean Sweep

A terrifying shockwave blasted out towards Ji Ning from every direction. Although the brunt of it was blocked by his armor, some of the power still made it through to assault Ning's body.

"Whoah."

Ning's legs were slightly flexed as he stood there in a stable position. He took a deep breath, then glanced at his surroundings. The divine runes that had been flickering on the walls had turned dim. A few aftershocks of power continued to swirl through the corridor, but they were incapable of posing any danger to Ning.

"So World God Cavecry actually prepared a nasty trick like this. What a nasty fellow. If a Chaos Immortal encountered this trap, he probably would've died," Ning murmured softly. The power of that formation was as strong as a frontal blow from a World God. Still, given Ning's power, even if he was still just wearing his previous set of top-grade Chaos armor he still wouldn't have been in any trouble.