Zhuge Yi gazed at Yu Sheng. The vastness of the atmosphere roared between heaven and earth, echoing with the pattern of the five elements and eight trigrams hanging behind him. Endless airflow coursed around Yu Sheng and rumbled. The pattern behind him was getting brighter and brighter, and there were even patterns of light projecting down and falling on Yu Sheng.
"Earth, earth hexagram, Prison of Earth," Zhuge Yi spat out the command in a cold voice. His spells used the formation of the five elements and the eight trigrams as bases. Its power was great and oppressive. Instantly, prison appeared around Yu Sheng, with his body as the center, intending on burying him, enclosing him within the Prison of Earth.