Chapter 1258

Not only did the Purple-robed Heavenly Monarch sense it, but everyone present felt that something was off about the colossal dragon illusion in the sky.

It was no illusion, the gigantic phantom dragon had come to a stop, its enormous eyes staring intently at the Purple-robed Heavenly Monarch.

Connecting this to Michael's previous words, the Purple-robed Heavenly Monarch furrowed his brows and asked, "The 'it' you were referring to, is it this phantom dragon?"

"I'll take you as a perfect target, to see, the might of this large formation," Michael's words were equivalent to confirming the other's conjecture.

A formation?

The Purple-robed Heavenly Monarch was not an expert in formation arts, but he also was not a complete layman.

He had encountered thousands of strange and marvelous formations, but he had never seen a spectacle so grand produced by any formation before.

"Who set up this formation?" On the Purple-robed Heavenly Monarch's face, there was a hint of wariness.