He wanted to as well, but he could not.
He could die in this battle, but not too soon.
"Our sect has so many peaks precisely so each can perform its own duties and look after one another, right? Shuheng went so mad because he was carrying your share of it too," Nangong Wentian said.
Ling Fei nodded lightly.
"You said that if one of our side became the conquering side, we would also have a situation where three fortresses merged. But that seems difficult," Nangong Wentian said.
"Difficult? You have no confidence?" Ling Fei asked with a smile.
"You mean we are the conquering side?" Nangong Wentian understood.
"The Upper Heavens split us apart. The two of us were lucky enough to be assigned together, so this is another opportunity."
Ling Fei's Daoist robe fluttered as he said, "Since they have given us an opportunity, we cannot let it slip away."
"Before the defensive grand formation reaches the time to replenish its energy, come with me and bring a few junior ancestors. We will head out and scout the enemy fortress."
"You want to try breaking their defensive grand formation?" Nangong Wentian stroked his chin. "I nearly forgot. You are a hexagonal warrior who can do everything, and a formation grandmaster too."
"Heh." Ling Fei smiled faintly, his words edged with sharpness. "Though I cannot go mad like Shuheng, I can use my own methods to win back their honor!"
Hearing Ling Fei's words, even Nangong Wentian, his companion, felt a chill run down his spine and his heart tremble.
Those words concealed suppressed blazing fury and killing intent. Coupled with Ling Fei's identity as a formation grandmaster, it was hard to imagine what he might do.
"I'll go gather people." Nangong Wentian could not contain his excitement. He