Divine Formation Hall.
Xu Zhifan rubbed the patterns on the iron seat with one hand, his head bowed, his gaze frighteningly dark.
"What about Qiming Village?"
He spoke slowly.
Inside the hall, the Formation Attendant replied slowly:
"Qiming Village is the farthest from Luo Town. We still haven't received any news."
"Mm."
Xu Zhifan nodded slowly. In silence, he waved a hand, signaling the Formation Attendant to leave.
Although he still didn't know what had happened in Qiming Village, he had already guessed most of the outcome.
Qiming Village was the farthest from Luo Town. If Chen Yan used a supporting formation to draw on the [Annihilation] Formation, it would be the most difficult there.
The reason he had sent Chen Yan was that he had given up on the several thousand people in Qiming Village and the other three villages long ago.
In the Evil Realm, the Blood-tainted Human Race had a clear hierarchy.
Those who lived in village-level Pure Lands had distinct abnormal physical structures inherited from their ancestors, who had been continuously corrupted by Malice.
So, in Xu Zhifan's eyes, the destruction of a village-level Pure Land was something he could bear.
From beginning to end, he had no idea how well Chen Yan had mastered the supporting formation. He had given up on Qiming Village from the very start, so he didn't care.
What Xu Zhifan truly couldn't bear was that even the town-level Pure Lands had been affected by the minor tide.
Just then, a voice rang out in the hall.
"Have you made up your mind?" The voice carried a hint of mockery.
"Even when you were given a chance, you still proved useless. You, Xu Zhifan, are mediocre at best. Even if you kept all the powerful Formation Pivot Envoys inside Luo Town's