Qing Jie did not descend to join his subordinates. Instead, he remained alone in the warship's main control room, adjusting the various formation plates, his expression so calm it made one's skin crawl.
A thousand zhang ahead of him, the two experts, Lie Feng and Bu Jingyun, stood in silence like stone statues. Though neither their qi and blood nor their killing intent radiated outward, both already surged through their meridians and baleful cores. With their breathing methods in use, they were poised to unleash their strength at its absolute peak, awaiting only a thunderous strike.
The other hundred Boulder Realm body cultivators and three Vajra Realm body cultivators scattered as instructed. Amid the bandits' laughter, banter, and curses, they silently occupied several vital exits behind the warship and around the valley.
Most of the more than seven hundred surviving bandits had already disembarked as ordered. They sat or sprawled about the valley, utterly unrestrained and undisciplined, their guard down.
A few quick-witted ones, who vaguely sensed something amiss or harbored other intentions and wanted to secretly send word out, tried to remain aboard;
Unfortunately, they discovered that the warship's built-in mid-grade third-tier formation for blocking communication talismans had already been activated at full power!
An even more unfathomable formation, the [Fourth-Tier Low-Grade Formation · Mystic Netherworld Spirit-Locking Formation] that Qing Chen had given Qing Jie through Su Zixuan, had also silently enveloped the entire valley, completely severing all contact with the outside world.
Every contingency aimed at the warship's mid-grade third-tier formation had been rendered useless.
The time had come.
A cold gleam flashed through Qing Jie's eyes. His powerful late Golden Core stage divine sense crashed down, instantly cutting off every shout and burst of laughter in the valley!
Overawed by the sudden spiritual pressure, the bandits instinctively