Wang Jixuan, who was now controlling the little black dragon, watched over two hundred experts hurtling toward him and felt his scalp tingle.
Still, he had a fair amount of confidence in his concealment skills.
After all, by cultivation level he already ranked among the top of these two hundred-plus Dark Sect immortals.
Only those two Golden Immortal elders surpassed him.
He was also quite confident in the array laid out here.
Over two hundred streams of light rushed forward, scrambling to be first — only to be halted at a distance of three thousand zhang from the pavilion by a thick light barrier.
The grand array Mudan had set up activated on its own.
The fastest of the Dark Sect heavenly immortals plowed into it and bounced back with a head full of bumps.
The array’s light wall trembled faintly.
Then someone used a Cloud-Scattering Palm on the front, and the wall’s trembling became more obvious.
Small cracks even appeared in the earth at the array’s base.
Some Dark Sect immortals with quick minds instantly dove their forms toward the ground.
Some who specialized in breaking formations produced formation-disruption plates and began searching for the formation’s weak point.
Some liked to rally the crowd and shouted, “Everyone strike together, blast this array open!”