Ling Tian had deliberately brought up cultivators at the peak of the Twenty-eighth Heaven of Near-Saint because he was confident that, after using his Phantom Clone to mislead the Thunder Strike Divine Silkworm, he could rely on his own methods to shake off those cultivators' pursuit—just as he had once used various means to evade Shen Wei and the others. But if the cultivators tracking him and his companions were too powerful, having broken through to the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint, then even if he used the Phantom Clone secret art to mislead the Thunder Strike Divine Silkworm, it would be difficult to escape their pursuit. He would still end up captured. Back then, Ling Tian had managed to evade Shen Wei and the others; now, his cultivation had improved considerably since then. His strength had grown even greater, especially after he opened the 108th Small World. At this point, he was confident he could escape the pursuit of cultivators at the peak of the Twenty-eighth Heaven of Near-Saint, even if they were from the Thunder Strike Sect.
Hearing this, Shi Meng and the others thought of the same thing, and despair seized them. After all, in their minds, any sect capable of contending with the Sacred Heart Sect must have cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint—and certainly more than one or two.
"That's right. If the Thunder Strike Sect really has experts at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saint, then we can only hope that the seniors from the Sacred Heart Sect come to save us," Tu Gui said gravely. But then he thought of something, and his expression grew solemn. "Unfortunately, even if the Sacred Heart Sect's cultivators take action, they might not be able to get us out. That's not just because the Thunder Strike Sect's cultivators