Prison Dragon Stronghold and Wei Fan could indeed only have one survivor.
Wei Fan's ruthless brutality had long been known throughout the world. Once he made an enemy, he exterminated their entire clan.
In terms of savagery, even Prison Dragon Stronghold paled before Wei Fan.
Once you became enemies with such a person, if you did not destroy him, he would destroy you sooner or later. Given Wei Fan's monstrous talent, this was their only chance to kill him. Otherwise, in another ten days or half a month, they might not even be qualified to fight him.
One had to know that only a little over two months had passed since Wei Fan broke through to Martial Venerable. That was not even enough time for him to take a nap, yet he had already reached the Golden Body Fourth Refinement and cultivated the Seven-Colored Golden Body.
So long as such an enemy lived for another day, no one could rest easy. Besides, even if they wished to stop, Wei Fan would probably not agree.
Wu Qiulong let out an explosive roar. The four Prison Dragon Stronghold chieftains behind him stepped forward, their auras circulating in a mysterious manner. In an instant, their powers vaguely fused into one, and their auras surged considerably.
This sort of battle formation was not actually profound. Every soldier of the Demon Suppressing Division knew it.
The most important thing was for everyone in the formation to cultivate the same cultivation technique and trust one another.
If their cultivation techniques did not share the same origin, no battle formation would work. Clashing powers would only get them killed.
This was also why, under normal circumstances, each person could only cultivate one primary technique. The powers cultivated by different techniques differed. Having two kinds of power within