Glaireo and several members of the Divine Light Sect sat huddled in a corner of the ruins, their wary gazes fixed on the outside.
The intermittent battles and screams erupting from the camp filled them with unease.
"Something's wrong. Could Tianli Sect be taking advantage of the night to kill people?"
One of them asked anxiously.
"Probably not. If Tianli Sect wanted to kill people, they would have acted long ago. There'd be no need to wait until now!"
Glaireo shook his head. His voice remained steady. Having gone through several incidents, he had become much more composed.
"Still, this definitely isn't a good sign. We need to find a way out!"
Yet the panic in his heart was stronger than anyone else's. He had heard Fang Mo's name, and more than anyone, he believed that this Fang Mo had to be the Fang Mo he knew. No one understood Fang Mo's terror better than he did.
The other man's cultivation had advanced far too quickly. Even wearing his mecha, he had been no match for him. Glaireo was already terrified of Fang Mo.
Usoor said gravely:
"Difficult! Tianli Sect's martial artists have already sealed off this place. Their skyships are also patrolling overhead. It'll be very hard for us to escape!"
Glaireo said firmly:
"Tonight is our only chance. We have to escape, or there won't be another opportunity!"
Usoor looked at Glaireo and nodded. "We'll decide once Risen returns from scouting the situation!"
Though he was a Xiantian Expert, before these people from Tianli Sect, any one of them was in the Transcendent Realm. He was completely insignificant, not even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Still, he did not understand why Glaireo had been acting so strangely ever since hearing Fang Mo's name, with only