Chương 1112: Refining

"Okay!"

Yang Dingtian nodded and made seals with his hands, shooting on the formation.

In a short time, the large formation began buzzing and it was set on fire inside.

The entire Heaven-sea City was covered by a huge fireball, and the temperature inside the array immediately rose rapidly.

"What should we do?"

"Damn, we screwed."

"You fu*king sons of bit*hes. If we die, you die!"

Among the Heaven-sea City, countless martial artists cried out with pale faces. They had lost their minds.

Facing death, there was no difference between low-level martial artists, Martial King Realm experts, and Martial Royal Realm experts.

"Palace Master Su, what shall we do?" Hai Mingjiang felt anxiety as well. If they could get out, they were going to die here.

"We can gather everyone's power and try to break the formation."