Chen Yanqing and Yun Huairou immediately decided to change locations.
Since everyone was slipping away through the Eastern Teleportation Array, they would block the one in the east, exploiting the time difference to intercept at least some of them.
The reason this Secret Realm had four Teleportation Formations might have been to give all the independent cultivators a chance to outmaneuver one another. If there had only been one Teleportation Formation, a team vastly stronger than the rest could have blocked everyone.
Now, however, the teams blocking the exits had to match wits and courage with the rats.
Once again, two Astral Realm experts led eight or nine Unity Realm cultivators, the sizable group marching through the Secret Realm toward the eastern Ancient City district.
Upon reaching the depths of the Ancient City, Yun Huairou discovered that plenty of people were indeed passing through the city gate. Almost every few moments, a streak of light flew past, without any True Qi fluctuations from battle.
"Let's occupy this gate," Chen Yanqing ordered.
But another sizable team landed almost simultaneously with theirs: more than ten Unity Realm independent cultivators, led by a powerfully built young man.
His long, dark-gold hair hung loose. Tall and broad, he wore a tight vest that revealed his knotted muscles, with a dragon's head tattooed on his shoulder. His face had hard contours and shadowed eye sockets, and he radiated an overbearing presence at first glance.
"Zhang Putuo?" Yun Huairou immediately called out his name.
As the greatest anticipated opponent of the Celestial Venerables' Society's trio on this trip, this young man was all too familiar to them. They simply had not expected to encounter Red Prison Mountain's team only after losing so many people.
"You just arrived too?" Zhang Putuo naturally recognized both of them. His