After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the female cultivator standing guard outside the Realm Fragment suddenly received a message from her companion. Her expression changed, and she hurriedly flew toward his location.
At a hidden spot, the female cultivator slipped inside.
At a glance, she saw her companion, as well as a figure lying in a pool of blood not far away. It was precisely the enemy the two of them had pursued earlier, then taken away by her companion.
At this moment, however, that enemy's clothes had been torn to shreds. Her snow-white body was covered in wounds and filth from torment. Most of those wounds bore the marks of being bitten and torn. Her eyes were wide open, as though she still had one final breath left, yet death was already close at hand.
The female cultivator looked away in disgust. Not long after teaming up with this companion, she had discovered his vile tastes. Elsewhere, she would never have tolerated them, but in an environment like this, no matter how disgusted she was, it was not convenient to fall out with him. Some things could only be kept out of sight and out of mind.
"What is it?" She stepped forward and casually struck, ending the life of the enemy who had suffered such humiliation.
The male cultivator, however, stared eagerly at the empty space ahead. "Take a look. Isn't there a Formation here?"
The female cultivator froze, then immediately examined the area carefully. "There are indeed traces of a Formation covering this place."
Her attainments in Formation Dao far surpassed those of her companion, so she easily spotted some clues.
"Attack!" The male cultivator was invigorated. As he spoke, Dao Power surged fiercely and struck forward.
A Formation meant someone was