?Seizing the Chance to Strike
The twelve Soul Spirit Race powerhouses soon entered the Six Absolutes Divine Sect's ambush.
As soon as they entered the trap, Zhang Yongsheng and the others activated the grand formation, trapping them inside.
The Soul Spirit Race excelled at divine sense attacks and had done little research into formations. Once trapped, all they could do was glare helplessly.
Their divine sense attacks were useless against the grand formation.
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If Xie Wufeng hadn't joined the Six Absolutes Divine Sect, he naturally wouldn't have needed to worry. But he was already one of the sect, and he didn't want Bi Fan to get hurt.
No matter how you looked at it, Bi Fan's formidable strength was a tremendous boon to the Six Absolutes Divine Sect. Without him, the sect's overall strength would be greatly diminished.
But once Bi Fan made up his mind, he wouldn't give up easily.
"Senior Xie Wufeng, I won't give up so easily. You know the Soul Spirit Race very well. Tell me about them—the more detail, the better," Bi Fan said.
Xie Wufeng knew he couldn't talk Bi Fan out of it, so he could only explain the Soul Spirit Race powerhouses' situation more clearly.
The entire Dream Demon Deadly Land belonged to the Soul Spirit Race powerhouses. But their numbers were sparse, so rather than spread out, they gathered together to cultivate and live.
The Dream Demon Deadly Land was vast, and the Soul Spirit Race powerhouses were few. They mainly gathered in three places—the Soul Spirit Race's three great sacred grounds: Forging God Cliff, Condensing Spirit Valley, and Nirvana City.
Roughly one quarter of the Soul Spirit Race powerhouses lived at Forging God Cliff, another quarter at Condensing Spirit Valley, and half at Nirvana City.
Nirvana City was also