All three of them were filled with hatred for Wu Hongfei, wishing they could tear him to pieces.
Yet they also knew that Su Shi'er had spoken the truth.
At present, it truly was not the time to waste.
High above the canyon, watching the four streaks of light vanish into the distance, Wu Hongfei secretly circulated his True Yuan. His first instinct was to make a move and seize them.
"The formation has vanished. Those people left the formation, so where is Martial Brother?"
"Could it be... Martial Brother has met with misfortune?"
But as soon as the thought surfaced, Wu Hongfei immediately dismissed it.
He did not know exactly what had happened inside the formation, but Tong Chuan, an Out of Body stage cultivator, had yet to emerge.
Instead, the others had escaped. There was no need to think hard to know that Tong Chuan's situation could not be favorable.
And since they had managed to capture Tong Chuan, no matter what method they had used, Wu Hongfei could not help but be deeply wary.
"This is troublesome. Martial Brother's whereabouts are unknown. With these four having escaped, along with the thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators who fled earlier, the Hundred Thousand Mines will likely be thrown into great chaos."
"When we arrived, the earth was already rumbling without end. Add to that the tens of thousands of cultivators who have vanished into thin air over the past few years. The number of cultivators whose seals have now been broken is by no means merely several thousand—there are likely at least tens of thousands."
"If I head to the Teleportation Array now, I will inevitably run into those unsealed cultivators. I fear that before I even set foot on the array, I will be slain by the enraged