The Quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Imperial Alliance's eight fortresses began to take action.
Their most urgent task was to find the switch for the fortress's grand formation.
Only then could they stop the High-Level Heavenly Vault's attack three days later.
Without the formation, and with their forces spread out, the Imperial Alliance's eight fortresses would have a very hard time holding back the High-Level Heavenly Vault.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Yet the eight fortresses had found nothing.
Not a single fortress had found the formation switch.
It wasn't that they hadn't tried hard enough. They simply couldn't find it.
Even Ye Bufan and Huang Xuan were in the same boat.
"The High-Level Heavenly Vault hid it. Why wouldn't they make use of that to give us a hard time?" Ling Fei said with a soft laugh from within the Yellow Fortress. His robes fluttered, and his bearing was extraordinary.
He always looked calm, a faint smile in his eyes, and an indescribably powerful confidence about him.
"Who's the one who can't take a loss?" Nangong Wentian asked. Like Ling Fei, the rules had assigned him to the Yellow Fortress.
"I won't say who."
Ling Fei said, "Some people know perfectly well who they are."
The Ancient Ancestors overseeing the fighting had certainly heard those words.
And the Ghost Phoenix Race Ancient Ancestor and the others had indeed heard them.
But they weren't angry.
They saw it as proof of their strength. If the Imperial Alliance were strong enough, why would they let the High-Level Heavenly Vault make the rules?
Was there absolute fairness in this world?
Strength was the measure of fairness!
Honestly, they thought the High-Level Heavenly Vault had already shown a great deal of magnanimity. It had only made a few small obstacles.