Word of the scheme had been spreading for over a thousand years, but Ling Tian and the others still showed no sign of escaping the Sacred Ruins Abyss. It was easy for the Mist Hidden Sect's cultivators to conclude that their plot had failed. The thought that they couldn't capture Ling Tian and his companions—and seize the Saint-grade Heavenly Treasures in their possession—left them deeply frustrated.
That wasn't all. By now, many in the Mist Hidden Sect suspected that Ling Tian and the others had learned who was pulling strings behind the scenes. That meant Ling Tian and his companions might well take revenge one day. Considering their terrifying potential, even the Mist Hidden Sect, a super sect, couldn't help feeling uneasy.
"Our plan may not have failed. Perhaps it's simply too soon for Ling Tian and the others to escape the Sacred Ruins Abyss." Wu Wei spoke in a grave tone, though his words lacked conviction. Clearly, he didn't really believe them himself.
"That's possible, but unlikely," Wu Yi said, then swept his gaze across the room. "At the very least, we can't count on it. That would leave us too passive. You and I both know how quickly Ling Tian and the others are advancing. Before long, we may no longer be able to threaten them. They could even take revenge and pose a serious threat to us. So we need to find another way to force them out."
The others agreed wholeheartedly. But even now, they had no good way to drive Ling Tian and his companions out of the Sacred Ruins Abyss. The thought left them feeling defeated once again.
"From what we can see, Ling Tian and the others won't fall for the bait and leave the Sacred Ruins Abyss. Our only option now is