Chen Wen took control of the body once more, then sat down cross-legged on the spot.
He was in no hurry now. He only needed to wait for Mu Futu and the others to enter.
Elsewhere.
Mu Futu and the others were still attacking, and they had maintained this state for a long time.
Not far away, Mu Beicang watched everything unfold, no longer knowing what to say.
He had never imagined that the entire Mu Clan would be played like a fiddle by a human brat.
And laughably enough, they had been played twice.
It had to be said that this was simply a monumental disgrace to them.
"Patriarch, why don't we stop for now? If this continues, the formation may not break, but we'll be the first to run into trouble."
At that moment, Mu Jiuliu spoke up.
Mu Futu's movements paused.
Just as Mu Jiuliu had said, they had been pouring out power at high intensity for more than half a shichen.
If they did not take a breather, they really would be the first to suffer problems.
Besides, they could not be sure what the situation inside was like.
If they were not in good condition and Chen Wen escaped again, they would truly lose face beyond all recovery.
The other elders all looked toward Mu Futu without speaking, but their thoughts were already obvious.
"Then let's rest for now."
After considering it, Mu Futu spoke.
Upon hearing this, the elders let out long breaths of relief.
Afterward, they began recovering where they stood.
After some thought, Mu Futu took out a Sound Transmission Token.
Once he injected Spiritual Energy into it, a man's voice rang out. "Patriarch."
"Gather twenty elders and send them to the Core Land," Mu Futu said directly.
"Right now?" the man