Zhong Tianlang and Xiang Guiqing each held half the Formation Marks obtained by the Demon and Ghost Factions. After all, they belonged to different forces, and although they had joined forces, the Tokens were still divided equally and kept separately.
Thus, he had only twenty-odd Formation Marks on him, a quantity that would soon be exhausted.
Zhong Tianlang knew all the more clearly that this brat definitely had more Formation Marks than he did. By the time he had been reduced to ashes, the brat would probably still be alive and well.
Huang Xiao discovered to his delight that the Formation Marks actually had such a miraculous effect. He could sense how terrifying the flames outside were, but as long as he had enough Formation Marks, those flames could do nothing to him.
Zhong Tianlang knew about the situation here because their subordinates had already reported it to them, whereas Huang Xiao knew nothing at all about the conditions here.
"Hahaha!" Huang Xiao laughed loudly. "Zhong Tianlang, you're dead!"
Xiang Guiqing abruptly stopped at the edge of Cliff's Edge. Jia Kong also reached his side, and they looked at Huang Xiao and Zhong Tianlang just ten zhang away.
"Let's strike together and finish that brat off quickly!" Xiang Guiqing shouted to Jia Kong.
"Xiang Guiqing, it's not as though you don't know the power of the flames in that formation. We should take our time and consider this carefully!" Jia Kong said coolly.
Xiang Guiqing turned to stare at Jia Kong and sneered. "Take our time and consider it? How much time do we have left to think? Jia Kong, are you thinking of backing down now? Even if you withdraw now, do you think you still have time? We've hunted that brat down so mercilessly. If he gets out