Looking at the two before him, Dugu Feng pondered for a moment and found that it really was so.
With that, Dugu Feng lay still in the grass, holding himself back.
Sure enough, aside from the first batch that had rushed out earlier, no one else continued forward.
Clearly, they too had noticed that something was wrong and intended to keep watching.
The great battle ahead continued. Without further support from the prodigies, some of those already fighting began to fall into a disadvantage.
They were being crushed by the savage beast so thoroughly that they could not even lift their heads. Several powerful experts had already suffered grave injuries and left the battlefield.
Being severely injured meant losing any hope of continuing to compete.
After all, once Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators were seriously wounded, their injuries could not recover in a short time without some heaven-defying treasure.
After all, the group that had been badly injured when besieging the savage beast last time was still recuperating even now.
"Damn it, why is no one coming? Why are we the ones being made to lead the charge?"
"We've been schemed against. Hurry and leave."
"We can't get away. This savage beast has us locked in its sights. The pressure of a Half-Step Golden Immortal makes it difficult for me even to move a step—how are we supposed to run?"
The next moment, the drawback revealed itself. The second batch of prodigies to enter had now become the vanguard.
As for those who had rushed out in the first batch, they had now become fringe figures.
They prowled about everywhere, making no substantial contribution at all. They merely circled the edges, interfering when appropriate and seeking opportunities for a single lethal strike.
It was impossible for them to leave now