"Will the formation be broken?"
Qian Hen gave a precise and resolute answer.
It would!
But not now—at least not for another two or three days.
Lin Bai was suddenly amused by Qian Hen's dry joke.
As long as someone was willing to tirelessly attack a formation, any formation in the world could eventually be broken. There was no doubt about that.
The only question was how long it would take.
Qian Hen's answer was that, given the current formation around the island, and the speed at which the Northern Domain martial artists could break formations, it would take at least two or three days before they could possibly break through.
By then, Lin Bai had already decided to fight to the death.
So there was no need to wait until the third day.
"Brother Qian, if the formation opens two days from now, when we have to fight to the death..." Lin Bai suddenly thought of something else and said to Qian Hen, "Remember to leave first."
"Leave first?" Qian Hen was stunned for a moment before laughing in disbelief. "Does Brother Lin think I'm the sort of person who would flee in the face of battle?"
"Of course not." Lin Bai answered decisively. "It's just that in the decisive battle two days from now, if we don't receive reinforcements, many people will die."
"And we Saints of the top sects will inevitably be their primary targets."
Qian Hen nodded in agreement. "Brother Lin is right. The Saints of the top sects are like generals in an army. Once the Saints of the top sects begin to fall, the army's morale will immediately collapse."
Lin Bai said to Qian Hen, "That's why... Qian Hen isn't skilled at slaughter. There won't be much use in remaining on the battlefield. Rather