Chapter 1080

"Madam, this formation cannot be attacked; do not act rashly," the guard beside her reminded immediately.

He stared at the formation above, his face grim; that strike just now let them feel the formation's terror—it could rebound damage, and the rebound attack's power doubled. Had they not reacted in time, several might have died.

Luo Feifei naturally saw it; she coldly said, "What I want is not a reminder but a solution. Give me one day to solve this damned formation, find that little bastard Huang Yan, and kill him."

The several guards beside her all looked grim, especially the one who understood formations, his expression very ugly.

But he had no recourse; Madam had spoken—if they couldn't solve it within a day, their fate would be dire.

Madam was angry, the consequences severe; they were old followers of hers for many years, naturally knowing her methods, they dared not delay, immediately began studying the formation, gathering everyone to crack it together.

At this moment, none dared to relax or take chances; they knew the formation could not be broken, they could not find Young Master Huang Yang, nor kill Huang Yan, and their fate would be no better.

Luo Feifei glanced at them, then looked toward the distance; her sight and Spiritual Sense were blocked by the mist, unable to see through the formation or its interior, and that mist could devour true qi and souls, continually weakening their strength.

This formation is exceedingly strange; if they do not break it quickly, they may all… perish here.

"Steward Luo, were you also trapped in this formation and thus died?"

"But this formation has no lethal power; at most it devours true qi and souls, posing no threat in the short term."

"They must have encountered something; I must be careful, find Young Master Yang early, meet with him, ask him—he might know something."

Luo Feifei narrowed her eyes, having set several priorities in her mind; the urgent task is to find her son Huang Yang, who has been in this formation for many days, likely tormented enough, and must be found soon.

This cannot be delayed.

Time had come to one day later.

Luo Feifei and the others still could not find any way to break it; even all together attempting to solve it, they could not see through the formation before them—it was exceedingly strange and not low in rank, and breaking it was not easy.

"Any progress at all? Not even a hint of a solution?"

"No, Madam, this formation is too advanced; we cannot break it," the guard said cautiously.

They dared not lift their heads to look at Luo Feifei; those around her did the same, acting cautiously.

"Hmph." Luo Feifei snorted coldly: "A bunch of useless good-for-nothings, what use are you? Normally I feed you well and give you all the resources you deserve, yet you make no progress in your tasks—you are truly worthless."

She heaped insults upon them from head to toe; the guards could not retort nor speak.

They lowered their heads, accepting Madam's tirade.

After venting, Luo Feifei said: "We have little time left; immediately find a solution, or else you await death."

Luo Feifei was anxious, pressuring them and issuing an ultimatum.

The guards looked at each other, daring to speak none; they clearly understood the meaning and knew their time was short.

The person behind the formation will surely act; if they cannot find any way to break the formation and leave this place, they need not fear Madam's hand—the one behind will strike them, and then their doom will come.

"Yes, Madam."

Luo Feifei's face turned icy; she swept her gaze over them all, then took out a jade slip, intending to contact her son Huang Yang and locate him.

However, she could not find him.

Huang Yang was not there, and there was no news whatsoever.

Strictly speaking, the message could not be sent out; her own son was inside the formation, possibly close to her.

"Young Master Yang."

"Wait, Mother will arrive soon."

On the other side.

Huang Yang opened his eyes, his pupils reddened, red threads spreading throughout.

His eyeballs seemed about to bulge out, quite frightening.

His breathing grew ragged; he glanced around and frowned, "I seem to smell Mother's aura and scent—have they come?"

"This place is very dangerous; if Mother cannot wait, she may indeed come here."

"Steward Luo is dead; Mother should have received the news—if so, then…"

Thinking this, Huang Yang's expression changed; he stared at the other side of the formation.

He had a premonition that Mother was there, but he could not cross over, nor could he inform her of his location.

"This formation isolates us; despite studying it so long, we still cannot break it, and I do not know whether the Mother I might encounter will be a True Person or an illusion."

"This formation confuses the mind; within the Killing Formation lies an illusionary formation—if Mother and the others enter this formation, they might…"

The consequences would be grave; Mother and they might not be able to endure.

Those guards will surely have their minds thrown into chaos, thus…

"No, we must inform them beforehand, lest they follow in Steward Luo's footsteps."

Huang Yang tried to find a way to notify Luo Feifei; all this, the outside Qinglong Daoist and Xinran Zhanglao saw, and Huang Yan also learned of Luo Feifei's arrival, fixing his gaze on their silhouettes, killing intent continually flaring, yet he did not act.

Huang Yan waited for the Qinglong Daoist to speak; since the master did not open his mouth, he could not possibly act.

"Master, why not put them together? More people make it lively; let the formation disturb their minds—I want to see if they can keep their composure, not be thrown into confusion by the formation."

Huang Yang can steady his mind, not be deceived by the formation.

Others, not necessarily.

If one person loses his mind, the others will follow suit.

By then, they will slaughter each other—how lively, that will surely be a sight to behold.

The same scene will replay; Huang Yan very much wants to witness it.

Luo Feifei and her son harming each other—that scene would truly be a delight to watch.

Xinran Zhanglao said: "That suggestion is not bad; I also want to see if they can endure."

Qinglong Daoist laughed and shook his head; these two are the sort who enjoy a spectacle no matter the scale—since that's the case, let us grant their wish.

He reached out and gave it a tweak.

Luo Feifei and the others felt a change in heaven and earth; the scene before them shifted.

They had arrived at another formation; she knew it was the work of the person behind it, and at this moment Luo Feifei warned: "Be careful, steady your mind."

Don't let your formation fall into chaos, and don't let your mind panic.

Yes, madam.

The guards steadied their minds, gazed around; after they stabilized, they found themselves in another environment.

The unfamiliar surroundings remained the illusion formation's true reality, mist enveloping them.

The strong smell of blood and the corpses on the ground made them frown.

Familiar clothing, familiar faces—the corpses on the ground were very familiar to them, and they recognized them at a glance.