The Xiang Mo, turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, was eroded by the Blood Mist. Moments later, not a trace of bone or flesh remained. Only some Primordial Stones and other miscellaneous items were left on the ground. Xiao Chen, despite not recognizing some of the items, gathered all of them in haste, as it was not the time for careful inspection amidst the imminent danger.
Behind him, endless sounds of wind and ghostly howls were heard. Multitudes of Exotic Clan ghostly shadows seemed to be ceaseless, impossible to eliminate or evade. It appeared that the Exotic Clan survivors intended to exhaust everyone's Combat Qi, which would render them powerless even if they managed to break the formation.
Rumble!
The large formation suddenly started to shake. The trembling sound kept intensifying, and the blood-soaked ground splashed under everyone's feet. The exotic phantom shadows that were rampaging around Xiao Chen were vaporized.