Starry Sky Fishing

Meanwhile, that disappointing younger sister was following tens of thousands of Third Generation Disciples, practicing battle formation combinations under Grape's arrangements.

"Is our Sect's battle formation really this simple?"

"The Big Three-Three Formation, the Little Three-Three Formation, the Group Three-Three Formation—it's all so boring." Lei Hu said, holding a massive blade.

"The Great Dao was simple at its core. Though the battle formations were simple, I felt they contained endless variations."

"Kill the enemy, charge, defend, retreat—it was comprehensive beyond measure," Lin Mowan said.

"I think Senior Sister was right," Er Yuan echoed from the side.

"With my strength, facing Demon Race opponents of the same level was practically effortless."

"Even if we encountered one level higher, the three of us could casually coordinate and kill it." Lei Hu said, swinging the massive blade in his hand.

"What if we ran into something even higher level? What if we encountered a Demon Venerable?"

"That was why we should follow Grape and properly learn this Sword Array," Lin Mowan said, glancing up at Lei Hu.

She knew that once the grand array above the Sect was complete, it would be time for them to march into the Demon World.

"Brother Lei Hu, I heard those people from the Outer Sect will be participating this time too, and your old rival will be leading them."

"You'd better perform well. Don't weaken the aura of us Third Generation Disciples," Er Yuan said.

Hearing Er Yuan's words, Lei Hu fell silent, feeling a wave of pressure.

Although the two sides had always been secretly competing, Lei Hu felt that, despite enjoying the Inner Sect's resources, his lifelong rival could still stand evenly matched against him.

That was the same as being pressed down a notch by him.

Thus, whenever his old rival was mentioned,