Luo Zheng's escape had genuinely caught Ji Changjin off guard.
He had not expected Mo Yijian's strike to make the wall brittle, allowing him to cleave open such a huge hole.
But Ji Changjin did not care much about it. After all, only one person had escaped, which was inconsequential. As for the hole, the Shen Nong Clan's people had quickly plugged it.
What truly shocked Ji Changjin was the group of Heavenly Palace disciples he had trapped. When faced with life and death, every one of them had displayed astonishing strength.
Just now, when Luo Zheng had been trapped, Ye Shang had already hoisted the barely breathing Mo Yijian onto his back.
Because Luo Zheng had drawn a considerable number of Win Fish away, Ye Shang and the others had managed to escape. But watching Luo Zheng get forced into a corner by the Win Fish left their hearts heavy. The five of them had launched an attack only to return empty-handed—and lose Luo Zheng in the process.
Ye Shang carried Mo Yijian back to the other side, and everyone once again pressed themselves against the wall and held their ground.
"Luo Zheng... was swallowed by the Win Fish?" Gao Qizheng asked after hearing Ye Shang's words, his face full of disbelief.
The other elite disciples were equally stunned.
"He was too reckless..."
"Sigh, he just went ahead of us. We probably won't escape this calamity either."
"Those big Win Fish are coming!"
Of the five who had charged out, only one had died, and they had nearly killed Ji Changjin. That was already an acceptable result. Unfortunately, the situation as a whole had no turning point.
Once everyone regrouped, they each unleashed their trump cards.
But these Win Fish were different from the ones before. Not only were