The Twelve-Formation Diagram Breaks
However, Ji Xiu and the other two had still gotten off relatively lightly. The weaker Mu Zhuo and Xu Xuan Jiao were like kites with snapped strings, swept away by a hurricane. They plummeted hard, their breathing nearly imperceptible, and lay motionless on the ground, their fates unknown.
As for the Devil Race's forces below, they had already been battered half to death by the endless falling snowflakes. With this attack added to the mix, they were wiped out in almost an instant.
Rong Huan watched the scene, his eyes nearly bloodshot, his heart full of grief and despair.
Dozens of Spirit Soul Realm cultivators and three Spirit Lord Realm powerhouses had fallen here. For the entire Mo Fu Clan, this was a tremendous blow!
Even if the three of them had somehow escaped with their lives, they would surely be held accountable once they returned.
The true culprit should have been Huai Li, who had overseen the sealing. He had let that seemingly insignificant young man escape, and that was what had brought about this disaster.
But Huai Li was already dead. Who could they hold responsible now? In the end, it was the survivors who would have to bear the consequences of this defeat.
The thought weighed heavily on him. If only he had known, he would never have taken this assignment!
The jumble of emotions in his mind was soon interrupted by Ji Xiu's voice. His tone was low as he said, "Stop spacing out. This guy never intended to let any of us go from the start. Find a way to break through. Only the three of us can get out."
Zuo Zixin froze, then asked instinctively, "Then we're not going to help Junior Brother Mu and Junior Sister Xu?"
Rong Huan's