After shaking off the four of them, Song Wen did not immediately head for the cold pool.
He had always felt that the Flood Dragon King's scheme was not as simple as it appeared.
If the Flood Dragon King merely wanted to use everyone's hands to eliminate all the eighth-rank flood dragons, then once all the eighth-rank flood dragons were dead, it should have taken the initiative to lift the trapping formation and let everyone leave.
After all, the Flood Dragon King had achieved its goal, and Song Wen's group had achieved theirs of seizing the Purple-Rhyme Fruit.
Both sides had taken what they needed.
Under such circumstances, allowing Song Wen's group to leave would have been the Flood Dragon King's best choice.
Yet the Flood Dragon King had stubbornly continued to trap everyone, which would only provoke them into a fight to the death with it.
Though the Flood Dragon King was powerful, it was ultimately alone. No matter how one looked at it, it was no match for everyone combined.
Therefore, the Flood Dragon King must have had some other purpose, one that required the aid of everyone—or perhaps everyone themselves were its target.
Furthermore, since the Flood Dragon King dared trap them all, it most likely had another trump card up its sleeve. He could not afford to let down his guard.
Song Wen planned to let Yuan Rong's group of four meet the Flood Dragon King first and probe its true capabilities before making any decision.
Although Song Wen had not wished to head to the cold pool too soon, under the pressure of the ever-shrinking trapping formation, he eventually had no choice but to arrive beside it.
The moment he reached the cold pool, the trapping formation indeed stopped shrinking, just as he had expected.