"Courting death!"

Xiao Long gripped the formation, and suddenly a beam of light shot up from the ground, striking Hei Xianghui's hand.

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Hei Xianghui recoiled, finding his hand covered in blood, the pain unbearable.

"A formation!"

Hei Xianghui's expression changed slightly.

He hadn't expected this person to be a formation master. This formation could injure him, so it must be a top-tier innate formation.

But he wasn't sure of the true power of this formation, and behind him were over a dozen Innate Martial Kings.

Xiao Long's gaze gradually turned serious.

It wasn't that his formation lacked power, but rather—he had too few supreme-grade spirit stones.

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