Besides, their purpose on this journey was not to slaughter the immortal prison's guards, but to rescue the Purple Turban Army's twenty-one Golden Core cultivators.
No one knew how much longer the freezing effect of the Ice Soul Chilling Breath Formation would last, or when the Blackwater Secluded Grotto Formation would recover. The team could not afford to waste time.
"Fellow Daoist Ancient City has a point."
"Rescuing our fellow cultivators from the Purple Turban Army takes priority."
Holding the Brownish-Yellow Cauldron in his hand, Guo Poyun wore a grave expression. He shared the same view.
"My apologies, Fellow Daoist Ancient City. I acted rashly."
Seeing that no one supported the pursuit, and faced with that uncompromising gaze, the teammate who had tried to give chase cupped his hands and frankly admitted his mistake, a trace of embarrassment crossing his face.
By displaying strength far beyond his teammates' and single-handedly turning the battle around, Liu Yu had established his authority after just one fight.
The weak could scream themselves hoarse, yet no one would listen.
The strong could speak in a whisper, yet their words would reach deep into people's hearts.
There was no need for lofty speeches or sophisticated social skills. Possessing the greatest strength naturally made one the center of the crowd.
This world had always revolved around the strong.
Such was the world of cultivation.
"It's fine."
Liu Yu waved casually, his gaze sweeping over the secret passages surrounding the chamber, each leading to some unknown destination.
Having ventured into Black Mountain Immortal Prison, every second mattered. He had no time for pleasantries.
The usual rules did not work during a mission where lives hung in the balance.
"There are runes restricting divine sense, and we don't know where these secret passages lead."
"If we enter recklessly,