Xiao Yifeng glanced around at the seven or eight Golden Elixir stage golden roosters circling them, and their numbers were still increasing. If Su Miaoqing stopped, he might not be able to hold on.

Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but blame himself. It was his fault for not considering the allure of the Essence Blood of the Phoenix to these golden roosters, which led them into such a perilous situation.

He closed his eyes, no longer thinking about the outside world, and focused all his energy on constructing his spell formation. Only by completing the formation could they have a chance to break through.

After another half a cup of tea's time, Xiao Yifeng felt as if time was crawling by, his heart filled with anxiety. Finally, the formation in the sky was nearly complete.