The mere Human Race had not only several of Demon Emperor Daochen's foremost disciples.
It also had Bai Ze guiding its path and Kunpeng guarding it.
Even young Kong Xuan was so formidable.
What were they supposed to make of that?
"Our only option now is to spare no effort in breaking through the formation. We absolutely cannot give these fellows an opening."
"If we can rescue Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi, all the better."
"Even if we cannot, we must render a great service to the Heavenly Venerable. Otherwise, our prospects look grim."
How could Daoist Randeng not be anxious?
By his original reckoning, the gap between the two sides' fighting strength should not have been too great.
After all, Zhao Gongming's strength had become clear after his last intervention.
He could handle a powerhouse at the peak quasi-saint stage without any trouble.
But even he could not withstand two or three quasi-saints.
"Wouldn't... wouldn't the losses be too great?"
Taotie hesitated.
A ruthless gleam flashed through Daoist Randeng's eyes.
"We must fight this battle. Teach everyone the secret art. Even if we have to use a blood sacrifice, we must break this formation."
"The Human Race is only a weak race. Without its formation's protection, it is nothing to worry about."
"Besides, as far as I know, the Human Race has few experts, but they should all know formations. In that case, they will not simply sit and await death. When we attack, they should come out to defend it. We will force them out."
In truth, Daoist Randeng had long since devised a way to break the formation.
It was simply far too vicious.
They would have to use a secret art to sacrifice living beings.
By gathering terrifying resentment power, they would make the humans' great formation impossible