"How about we go give Ping'an a hand?"
"Us? If you'd said that to me ten years ago, I'd have charged straight in and fought those sons of bitches without another word.
But all I can tell you now is that I eat eight steamed buns in one sitting."
Old Zhou's face darkened. "Damn it, you spend your days playing around until you've lost all ambition.
Now that we're at a critical moment, you're all helpless, aren't you?
We still have to rely on Ping'an to protect every last one of us all by himself!"
Everyone lowered their heads in shame.
Someone muttered, "Old Zhou, you've got some nerve saying that. Aren't you just like us?"
Old Zhou was about to curse him out, but the words stopped on his lips. In the end, his head drooped helplessly.
He really had no right to say anything.
Perhaps all they could do now was pray in silence.
Li Ping'an monitored the movements along both paths.
Suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura approaching rapidly.
"Here he comes! I'd say he's at the sixth rank."
Zhang Xu charged into the Poison Formation, defending himself as he surveyed his surroundings.
Before long, he burst out of the Poison Formation.
Then he stepped into another Poison Formation.
First, a cloud of poisonous mist sprayed out, followed by a swarm of oddly shaped Flying Hidden Weapons that gave off strange whistles.
Some of these hidden weapons were as swift as arrows loosed from a bow; others were as fine and dense as rain.
Some darted left and right, while others whirled and spun.
Every hidden weapon was coated in deadly poison, and every one was controlled by a Spring Mechanism, precise and swift.
Zhang Xu circulated magical power throughout his body, blocking the hidden weapons.