That was right—Ye Tian had successfully steadied himself and had not been destroyed by the so-called Five-Pointed Star Formation.
Lotus Lamp Elder, however, was in a far worse state. He was riddled with wounds, with not a single part of his body left intact.
"Cough, cough... I am merely a spirit body... Such minor injuries... will not take long... to heal..." After saying that, Lotus Lamp Elder did not linger. He shrank back into the lotus lamp, and no matter how Ye Tian called for him, he made no further sound.
This Five-Pointed Star Formation had claimed the lives of nearly twenty Shadow Sect disciples. Its power truly was formidable. As for Lotus Lamp Elder, who had risked his life to protect Ye Tian within it, Ye Tian felt deeply relieved.
Not many Shadow Sect disciples remained on the field. All of them glared at Ye Tian through gritted teeth, their eyes brimming with killing intent and hatred.
Other than their eyes, though, Ye Tian had no way of knowing what the rest of their expressions looked like.
After all, so many of their companions had died, yet Ye Tian had survived. No team would find such an outcome easy to accept.
But the gap in strength was already plain to see. This was not a battle on the same level at all. So what if there were more lowly soldiers like these? Could they truly contend against Ye Tian alone?
Cowardice, weakness, and fleeing had never been the creed of the Shadow Sect. Even if they could not win, they still had to charge forward with grim determination.
Still, within the Shadow Sect, they were merely lower-mid-level disciples. They were good at cutting corners and using concealed weapons, but in truth, that did little good.
Someone had once said: