Pang Yi said nothing more and looked at his subordinate.
"Young Master Pang, please see to those final wishes of mine when the time comes." The God-Burying Hall Expert bowed to Pang Yi, his expression calm.
"Go. As long as I remain alive, your disciples will certainly live better than they do now," Pang Yi said with a slight nod.
Hearing this, the expert laughed heartily and charged toward the lake, giving no thought at all to his own death.
With the first two men having scouted the way, he wasted no time and soon reached the center of the lake, flames enveloping his entire body.
The raging blaze struck fear into everyone on the shore. They had no idea how long the man in the lake could hold out.
Breaking the formation was that cruel. It depended on the Formation Marks in their possession continually neutralizing the surrounding flames. The fiercer the flames burned, the more fiercely the flames within the formation were being depleted, which also meant they were another step closer to breaking it.
Three-Quarter Hour later, the God-Burying Hall Expert likewise breathed his last and turned to ash.
"Go without worry!" Sword God Yi said, nodding slightly to the subordinate beside him.
The expert from the Sword Pavilion bowed, then charged toward the center of the lake without a word.
"He should be able to hold out a little longer," Pang Yi said.
"The Formation Marks just now depleted some of the flames in the formation, so its power must have diminished somewhat," Sword God Yi said. "What worries me is that we still don't have enough Formation Marks."
Pang Yi, Li Chaoxun, and the others all looked rather grave.
After all, according to Sword God Yi, five hundred Formation Marks might be safer. They were