After both sides reached an agreement, they flew back to their respective camps.
Then ten cultivators and ten Sorcerers emerged from their respective sides and came to the open ground between the armies, taking out Array Deployment Tools and setting to work.
"What do you think of that cultivator surnamed Xiao?" While the formations were being laid out ahead, the gaunt old man questioned those beside him.
"At most, he's a little stronger than an ordinary middle-stage cultivator. What is there to worry about?" the four-foot-tall dwarf said carelessly.
"Hard to say. I feel there's something strange about him. What do you think, Brother Zhu?" The middle-aged scholar frowned in thought.
"So you feel it too, Brother Zhong. In that case, he must be no ordinary man. For some reason, when I faced him just now, my heart pounded and my nerves jumped." The gaunt old man sighed.
"Well..." Hearing that both men had reached the same conclusion, the dwarf began to waver as well.
"Surely you aren't thinking of backing out now?" At that moment, two figures shrouded in black robes appeared beside the three without anyone noticing when they had arrived. One spoke in a deep, resonant voice.
"Sect Master Fang, backing out is impossible. But something unforeseen may have arisen, and we must be prepared." The gaunt old man gazed across at the opposing camp, his voice firm.
"Rest assured. No matter how powerful he is, can he withstand two people attacking him together? If necessary, have Fellow Daoist Tian join in. Besides, he ultimately comes from a backwater like Heavenly South. However strong he may be, he cannot possibly compare with the prodigies of Great Jin. There's no need to worry too much. Just exercise a little extra caution during the fight and retreat immediately if