"Elder Mo, have you seen Senior Brother Liu?"
Seeing Luo Hong rise, Gu Wuhen immediately asked with concern.
"Elder Liu is well. But judging from his expression, he is clearly worried about all of you.
However, barring any surprises, you will be seeing each other soon."
Luo Hong said somewhat mysteriously.
"That is good. I no longer hope Senior Brother Liu can achieve any ranking. I only hope that he can safely make it through this chaos."
Luan Ni failed to grasp the true meaning behind Luo Hong's words and could not help sighing softly.
Luo Hong did not explain further. They would understand soon enough.
Before long, the quarterfinal battles in the central area were about to begin.
Unlike the previous matches, the battles after the quarterfinals would be held one at a time.
Thus, the eight restriction spheres—four red and four blue—were all floating close to the ground of the plaza.
Only when the first match began would one red and one blue restriction sphere float upward, then merge together as before.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, what exactly are those Eastern Wasteland Cultivators up to? Why have they not switched people yet?"
The Golden Immortal leading the Western Wasteland's Ice Profound Sect sent a puzzled voice transmission.
The gap between every realm after True Immortal was enormous. A Mid-stage True Immortal facing a Late True Immortal had virtually no chance of winning.
What was more, the Eastern Wasteland still had an Early True Immortal cultivator.
Therefore, unless the Eastern Wasteland intended to abandon its fight for the spirit lands, or planned to tear up the agreement, they should have replaced their people by now.
"Shen does not know either. Let us watch for now."
Shen Yulong's expression was grave. He knew the Eastern Wasteland was certainly plotting something, but