As the second mysterious robed figure appeared, Han Yi's heart sank.
This mysterious robed figure was identical to the first one, and after the first figure shattered and turned into a dense fog, Han Yi instantly guessed that these figures were formed by the Formation.
If there's a second one, there might be a third, a fourth...
No.
He couldn't let the cultivator from the Black Divine Tower take the initiative; he had to disrupt their casting.
The other party was at the middle Golden Core Stage, much stronger than him in terms of realm, and moreover, the battlefield was their choice, and the Formation was set up by them.
All these things were extremely unfavorable to him at the moment.
To break this situation, he had to do something unexpected.
Unexpected?
As the thought emerged, the golden light in Han Yi's eyes suddenly brightened, spilling out. As he looked up, he waved his arm, and the second Sword Tool appeared beside him.
The Thunder Pond Sword.