"First, activate the Formation."
As Li Xuanxuan began to form hand seals and cast a Spell, a bright radiance rose from the mountain, enveloping the surroundings like a curtain of light, separating the inside from the outside. The two stepped in.
Where there should have been stone tables and stone benches, now there was a dense layer of white. Large and small white cicadas piled upon each other on the ground, leaving no room to step, their shrill cries piercing the air. Several Maids lay fallen on the ground, with white cicadas crawling in and out of their clothing, flapping their wings, trying to take flight.
Li Chengliao's expression was greatly shaken, while Li Xuanfeng reached out to catch a white cicada, which turned into a gold-white smoke and dissipated into the air upon being grasped.
