As they chatted, the battle fort gradually fell silent again.
Everyone sipped their wine quietly. Sikong Jing's battle had indeed been spectacular beyond compare, but they were slowly coming to realize the terror and brutality of the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield. They could not help wondering what had become of Young Lady Weng Ting.
The mechanical messenger birds they had sent out had all had their formations worn away by the spirit shadows within the battlefield, rendering them useless.
Now, they only knew Young Lady Weng Ting's general direction. If they wanted to continue, they could only send out more mechanical messenger birds—but releasing them would also bring danger. Enemies might follow their trail and come hunting them down...
And even if they found Young Lady Weng Ting, what then? Where were the other three Eastern Overlord geniuses?
They were probably not with the young lady either.
And the other members of the Elder Family—how many of those still alive remained?
Though no one present had done anything as earth-shaking as A Xie over the past three days, every one of them had survived brushes with death time and again.
Suddenly, someone asked in a low voice, "Do you think we still have a chance of making it back alive?"
Everyone's bodies trembled slightly. The wind inside the battle fort felt a little cold, and no one answered.
At last, A Xie spoke. "With Genius Sikong here, we have hope. Stop thinking so much. We'll endure it one day at a time. For now, we just need to wait for Genius Sikong to come out of seclusion."
A Xie was different from the others. He had followed Sikong Jing through battles and had even personally killed Chen Er. He had faith in Sikong Jing.
Hearing him, the others regained a little confidence