"They really did set up a formation. Its grade isn't low either. My talisman weapon had no power to fight back—it was restrained completely. The enemy's numbers are unknown, and so is their cultivation."
Song Hai said with a grim expression, his heart bleeding. The talisman weapon, passed down through several generations, had been snatched away by the enemy. He was truly unwilling to accept it.
This also showed that the enemy's strength far surpassed theirs. If they truly fought head-on, they might not be a match.
"What? It had no power to fight back? Is the formation really that high-grade?"
Lan Weiwei said, somewhat unable to believe it.
"If it were a sixth-rank formation, the talisman weapon would still have had a chance to escape. But throughout the whole process, it had no ability to fight back and could only passively take hits. It may well be a seventh-rank formation. Retreat, quickly! This is not a place to linger."
Song Hai said in a grave voice.
What he considered now was no longer obtaining the treasures within the secret realm, but staying alive. The three of them were not particularly strong. Lan Weiwei and Ten Thousand Arts True Person were both at the early Void Refinement stage; if they truly fought the enemy to the death, Song Hai was not very confident.
"Retreat? But the secret realm..."
Ten Thousand Arts True Person was still somewhat reluctant.
"Hmph, no matter how many treasures the secret realm holds, you need to be alive to enjoy them. If you want to die, stay here. If a seventh-rank demon beast appears, just wait for death!"
Song Hai said without the slightest politeness.
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. We aren't strong enough; next time, then.