Chapter 811 The Demonic Python's Blood

"The Chaos Formation."

When he uttered these three words, James Steinbeck's face turned pale and his limbs became cold.

When he understood what kind of predicament he was in, he was almost desperate.

The only thing that James Steinbeck could not understand now was how Caspian, who was in Pulse Control Realm, learned such a difficult formation.

"You..."

James Steinbeck tried to struggle, trying to ask questions.

He was unwilling to give up.

He was puzzled.

However, Caspian did not intend to answer his doubts.

"Heart Burning, Lightning, Soul Devouring, Current, Mud, Disaster..."

A series of formations, along with the faint tone of Caspian, shone with a frightening light.

One light after another lit up around James Steinbeck.

Every time one formation was activated, James Steinbeck felt that his breath was suppressed a little.

He even felt that his soul was about to fall apart.

"No, no!"

James Steinbeck twisted his body desperately.

He ran spiritual Qi in his body crazily.