Six of them surrounded him, staring fixedly at Bai Xiaowen without fear that he might somehow fly away.
Bai Xiaowen smiled. "There are six of you, all top Evolvers, all bearing Divine Favor, yet you're this afraid of a single formation of mine?"
"You don't need to provoke us," the mantis-man said.
"The more anxious you are, the more it proves our tactics are correct," the turtle-man said.
Bai Xiaowen glanced at the turtle-man. "You're one of the Turtle God's Chosen Ones, aren't you? At the Prophecy Temple, I encountered three of your kin. Their ends weren't very pleasant... Don't you want to avenge them?"
The turtle-man, as steady as a mountain, took a deep breath. "I'm waiting for a better opportunity. You will die."
"Well said, Charak! Lu Wang is extremely cunning. We can't fall for his tricks and give him an opening." The rough-featured, black-furred barbarian spoke in a deep voice. "In any case, we'll maintain the current pressure. Given Origin Land's special environment, Lu Wang cannot naturally recover Spirit Force. The moment he starts absorbing Spirit Crystals, we'll take turns using long-range spells to interfere. He's alone. There's no way he can outlast the six of us."
These six had broad horizons and immense combat experience. Though they did not know much about the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Immortal Formation, they could still tell that it was a trapping formation aimed at those inside. Its main purpose was to prevent entry and exit, but it could not effectively block long-range spell bombardment.
The six Chosen Ones were of one mind: they would wait until the formation stopped operating on its own before attacking.
As for the possibility that Bai Xiaowen might set up another formation before the current one ended in order to protect himself, the six did