Stronghold

These two had managed to save Yuan Xiang from a Zombie that had nearly slaughtered Yu Zhen's squad. Their strength was certainly nothing to scoff at.

But once they entered the Formation, raw strength alone no longer meant anything.

Taking them down should not have been difficult.

As Wu Jun was thinking this, he suddenly heard a startled cry. He quickly turned to the gaunt old man beside him. "Elder Xu, what is it?"

Their Stronghold had survived here peacefully for more than ten years. Zui Shan's wise leadership was certainly one reason, but the old man beside him, Xu Wang, had also contributed greatly.

Because he was a Formation Cultivator.

The many Formations within and outside the Stronghold had all been set up by him.

In this apocalypse, what was most precious?

Naturally, it was all sorts of specialists in the auxiliary paths.

Formation Cultivators, Pill Cultivators, Artifact Refiners...

Schools that had been utterly commonplace in prosperous times had become few and far between. Those who had achieved anything in these auxiliary paths were already scarce.

Yet these auxiliary paths were indispensable to cultivators.

Cultivation required Spiritual Pills, defending a Stronghold required Formations, and cultivators needed Spiritual Artifacts to kill enemies. None of them could be done without.

Though the Stronghold under Zui Shan's control was small, it had talents of every kind. Though the sparrow was small, all five organs were complete. It was rather famous within tens of thousands of miles. Several nearby Strongholds often brought supplies here to trade for Spiritual Pills, Spiritual Artifacts, and the like.

As a result, the living conditions at this Stronghold were slightly better than those at other Strongholds.

Xu Wang was of a rather senior generation and held considerable prestige within the Stronghold. He had long passed the age of