When Mo Chen heard that someone outside was attacking the formation, his brows knitted together.
His battle with the mysterious Demonic Cultivator had left him exhausted in mind and spirit. If the person outside took advantage of his weakness to swoop in and reap a windfall now, they would truly be the fisherman profiting from the struggle, enjoying themselves beyond measure.
The satisfaction of ambushing the Demonic Cultivator vanished without a trace.
Mo Chen glanced at the Demonic Cultivator, who was trussed up like a rice dumpling. The worry on his face was scarcely less than Mo Chen's own. It seemed the person attacking the formation was no ally of his, either.
That meant it had to be a third party.
The feeling of being the mantis with a sparrow poised to peck at it left both men inside the formation deeply uneasy.
Mo Chen guessed that the cultivator lurking in the shadows had detected the fluctuations of Dharma Power here long ago. Wanting to play the fisherman, they had hidden in a corner to watch the snipe and clam struggle, only attacking the formation once nothing unusual could be sensed from within.
The scenery around them shook without pause, and the hearts of the two people inside the Array Formation hung in suspense.
Do I really have to release this Demonic Cultivator and fight alongside him?
Mo Chen considered it briefly and decided that was the worst possible option.
Suddenly, something occurred to Mo Chen. He turned to the Demonic Cultivator and said, "Where's the Formation Disc controlling the Illusion Formation? Give it to me!"
"No." The Demonic Cultivator stiffened his neck. "Didn't you say you were capable? Go break the formation yourself."
Mo Chen's temper flared at those words.
"Do you still not understand the situation? You don't