"How are Wu Jie and Baijing?" Holy Lord Nie Po asked.
"Baijing was slain by the two Saintly Venerables, Cantian and Qing Kui, while Wu Jie was swallowed into the belly of the Three-Legged Origin Beast. Has anyone discovered anything about this blood pool?" Qin Fengming descended from Yinglong's head and landed near the blood pool, casually explaining what had happened.
The deaths of Zou Rui's two nominal disciples caused slight changes among the gathered cultivators, but no one said anything.
"This should be the entrance to a secret realm. The only question is whether there is a restrictive formation inside," Profound Ghost Saint Ancestor said, a trace of regret in his expression.
Qin Fengming's heart stirred. He knew that everyone had thought they could capture Wu Jie and Baijing and learn about the blood pool from them. Unfortunately, both had been slain.
"What's so difficult about that? Since this is the entrance to a secret realm, we can join forces and blast it apart. Regardless of whether a great formation protects the inside, once the space collapses, those within will be affected even if they don't die," Saintly Venerable Cantian said decisively, his eyes flickering.
"Just as Fellow Daoist Cantian said, we should join forces and collapse the secret realm." Someone immediately voiced his agreement.
"If we attack at the same time, most of our power will probably cancel each other out. Rather than that, we should set up a great formation and incorporate a large number of self-destruct formation patterns. Its power should be even greater than that of all of us attacking at once," Holy Lord Nie Po said, proposing another plan.
Qin Fengming nodded. He supported what Holy Lord Nie Po had said.
The task of setting up the great formation naturally fell to Qin Fengming.