Fifty Frames

"Senior Brother Xiang!!" She was usually rude to Xiang Rongxi, but she knew she depended on him in this Secret Realm. If he was gone—she could not imagine what would happen to her.

And many of the people in that Blood Mist were disciples of the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect!

"Save them! What are you all standing around for?" Jiang Miaomiao screamed. "How do you think we made it this far? Without them, we'd have fed these Demon Beasts long ago! Now that they're in danger, why are we just standing here!?"

Silence filled the scene, broken only by Jiang Miaomiao's desperate voice.

At last, someone murmured, "How?" Go in after them? And become part of the Blood Mist? No one wanted to die.

Desperation sparked an idea. Jiang Miaomiao pointed at the curtain of light enclosing the Blood Mist, her eyes red with panic. "It must be a Formation! It's a Formation! Senior Brother Li, you're a Formation Cultivator. Break it! Break the Formation!"

Senior Brother Li was also a disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect. Though most of its disciples were Sword Cultivators, the sect had Cultivators of other disciplines too. As a Formation Cultivator, he could see that this was a Formation, but he had never seen or heard of one like it. And judging by what was happening inside, there was no time for him to study how to break it.

"How can you all be like this? How can you..." Jiang Miaomiao was on the verge of breaking down.

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Why don't you go, then?" She was stamping her feet and telling everyone else to go while refusing to budge herself. Of those who remained, only the two leaders had reached the Golden Core Stage. Almost everyone else was still