Everyone had a trace of fear on their faces. Even Du Jinchang's expression changed as he looked toward the direction Li Poxiao had left in earlier. They seemed relieved that Li Poxiao had been inside for so long without becoming a demon, while these three Spirit Transformation cultivators had fallen inside after only half a night.
"Fellow Daoist Zu, what do we do now? We can't just let this go, can we?" Auntie Mao asked worriedly. Zu Ziyi clearly had no intention of going in either, so he said, "Now that we understand the situation inside, let's wait for Sword Saint Li before deciding. He should know how to handle this."
Zu Ziyi shirked responsibility, and naturally, no one dared charge recklessly inside. Besides, there were three demonized Spirit Transformation cultivators in there. Whoever went in would have to face true demons.
At least I knew how formidable this Lesser Zhu Xian Formation was. If I went inside, getting back out would be no easy matter. There were teleportation turntables within the formation, and ordinary cultivators who entered would be spun around at random. They might even be turned straight in front of a true demon.
The demonic aura inside the formation was simply too powerful. Whether Master could withstand its invasion was what worried me.
"Sword Demon's situation is probably dire." Grandma suddenly spoke to me. My face tightened. "Grandma, Master's resistance to demonic aura is no weaker than mine."
"Then how long do you think you could withstand demonic aura like this?" Grandma asked me in return.
"Less than an hour." My expression froze. This demonic aura was even more terrifying than what we had encountered when we entered the Demon Refining Land. If even I could barely withstand it, what would Master's situation be like? I didn't