Just then, Devouring Space completely vanished, and Chen Wen and the others appeared one after another.
At that moment, Mo Dongchen noticed it as well and abruptly raised his head.
The excitement in his eyes was impossible to conceal, as though he had seized a lifeline.
The next instant, he called out repeatedly, "Brother Chen, save me, save me, save me."
Chen Wen, who had only just come back to his senses, immediately heard the cries for help and turned to look.
What entered his sight was Mo Dongchen, already entangled by streams of bloody light.
From his appearance, it was clear that he was utterly listless.
He had likely been constantly enduring the attacks of the cage formation, resulting in immense depletion.
If this continued, he would completely collapse before long.
At that time, just like the others, he would explode into a cloud of blood mist.
Perhaps noticing Chen Wen's gaze, Mo Dongchen called out again, "Brother Chen, save me, save me."
Chen Wen ignored Mo Dongchen and swept his gaze around once more.
Before long, his brows drew together slightly.
More than fifty disciples had been reduced to just one survivor in the span of a quarter-hour.
It had to be said, that was truly outrageous.
"Hahaha, no need to look. They're all dead. Next, it'll be your turn."
Xuanyuan Haoyu's laughter suddenly rang out.
Chen Wen's gaze shifted again and landed on Xuanyuan Haoyu in the distance.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Haoyu's condition had basically recovered.
Moreover, judging from his aura, there was now an additional strange power within him.
If Chen Wen had guessed correctly, that power belonged to the person occupying Xuanyuan Haoyu's body.
This was getting interesting.
The corner of Chen Wen's mouth lifted slightly.
How was this possible?
At the same time,