Wang Xiong and Xun Xuan exchanged a glance, both their eyes revealing anxiousness.
Ever since the cultivators from the two great sects had appeared, all of them had felt a sense of unease. Although the two men had judged that the cultivators from the two great sects would not violate the established rules and forcefully seize the Chaos Token,
they were still greatly alarmed when they heard how the two leading peak Profound Spirit cultivators intended to distribute the teams.
Their group now had only two Profound Spirit cultivators. It could be said that even before the fighting began, their strength on paper had already fallen behind that of the other cultivators.
If Qin Fengming could not arrive, they might well lose their qualification to compete for the Chaos Token.
At this point, none of the cultivators present could possibly voice any further objections. Regardless of whether they were willing, they could only act according to the arrangement agreed upon by the cultivators from the two great sects.
It did not take long before the nearly hundred cultivators present had split into groups, each standing on one side or the other.
What darkened Elder Yuwen's heart was that five groups of cultivators had chosen the Blood God Sect, while only three groups had stood on Tianjing Hall's side.
Moreover, two of those three groups were led by only two Profound Spirit cultivators.
In other words, fifteen Profound Spirit cultivators now favored exchanging the Chaos Token to the Blood God Sect, while only seven Profound Spirit cultivators were on friendly terms with their Tianjing Hall.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, may I ask where Junior Brother Lin is now?"
Just as Wang Xiong was feeling apprehensive, a voice transmission suddenly entered his ears.
The person sending the transmission was precisely one of the