After reaching the Body Integration Realm, cultivators could cross the void, let alone those in the Tribulation Crossing Stage or even the immortal realm. However, crossing the void was far slower than using a Teleportation Formation. It could take years, even decades. With that much time, Old Man Ling and the others could accomplish plenty.
After hearing Old Man Ling's words, the Loose Immortal surnamed Li felt his ominous premonition grow even stronger. He was just about to say something when he suddenly sensed a familiar spatial fluctuation coming from the Yang-named Loose Immortal. He hurriedly looked over.
The Yang-named Loose Immortal took out a Communication Jade Talisman and sent his Mental Power into it. Before long, his face turned deathly pale, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Old Yang? Can't the reinforcements get here?" The Loose Immortal surnamed Li found himself believing Old Man Ling's words.
"Mm." The Yang-named Loose Immortal nodded woodenly and glanced at Old Man Ling, a flash of killing intent in his eyes. "They came prepared. The nearest reinforcements say the Teleportation Formation has failed. They can't get here."
"Looks like they really mean to wipe us out this time," the Loose Immortal surnamed Li murmured. As if remembering something, he looked at Old Man Ling, putting on a fierce front despite his nerves. "Hmph. Our reinforcements can't get here, and neither can yours. These must be the strongest fighters you've got. You can't do anything to us. At most, we'll be locked in a stalemate."
"Heh. Is that so?" Old Man Ling sneered. He glanced over the Ten Thousand Swords Cliff disciples, his smile deepening. "Maintaining that formation must be draining your Mental Power. Besides, seeing you all so tense and worried is a deeply satisfying sight."
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