"Should we respond?"
In the depths of the Yunyan Sect.
The Eight Extremes Dragon Trapping Array, empowered by several Mahayana cultivators, had already been deployed.
A-Fu, who served as the array's core, spoke up.
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!"
Seven voices echoed in succession.
"Half an hour has passed. Where are they!" A-Fu spoke with fear, his teeth chattering.
At this moment, he was truly panicked.
If it weren't for the invisible pressure from Shura Venerable, he would never have cared about these things.
But he was truly afraid, afraid that if the weeds weren't eradicated, an unexpected betrayal could spell disaster for him and the Li Family—a disaster of extinction!
"Could it be that they've already escaped?" A Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator asked, trembling with anxiety.
"Impossible! They must still be hiding here. If they had escaped, they would have left traces of their auras!" A-Fu, the steward, asserted firmly.
