"Fellow Daoist Han truly was loyal and righteous. But with everyone trapped here, even if they did not fight to the death, they could hardly escape death."
"At least Fellow Daoist Han gave everyone hope."
"As for such an outcome, it could only be said that everyone had to bear responsibility for their own choices!"
Hu Yijin spoke quickly, his heart brimming with relief as he spoke.
He had no doubt that if his trust in Su Shi'er had wavered earlier, and he had chosen to flee like the others—
he would now certainly have become one of the many dead cultivators.
Su Shi'er nodded slightly and said no more.
Surging true essence poured from his palm, transforming into a pair of giant hands that seized the Wind Settling Banner before him tightly.
Yet the instant he grabbed the Wind Settling Banner, Su Shi'er felt as though he had caught hold of a small but immensely powerful beast.
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Shi'er immediately circulated his cultivation, attempting to seep his true essence into the Wind Settling Banner and refine it.
But no matter how he tried, the entire surface of the Wind Settling Banner seemed covered by an invisible barrier, preventing his true essence from entering at all.
"Heh heh, what a crafty and cunning fellow. You actually thought to use the formation to separate me from my Magical Treasure, then take the chance to refine it. But... this Wind Settling Banner is a top-grade eighth-rank Magical Treasure, refined through special means. Do you think you can refine it? What a joke!!!"
Before Su Shi'er could think of a way to break through, Tong Chuan's voice suddenly echoed from within the formation.
At the end of his words, Tong Chuan threw back his head and laughed wildly.
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