"Kui Yong?" Zhu Fancheng and the others in the Divine Beast Holy Land heard Huo Lian call that man by this name.
"Kui Yong has emerged? Doesn't that make us turtles trapped in a jar?" the Fourth Clan Chief said, his expression changing drastically.
The other Divine Beasts wore much the same expressions.
Kui Yong had laid down the formation, so naturally he could enter and leave it at will, even more freely than Huo Lian.
With Kui Yong's strength, how could they possibly be his match?
When the time came, the Divine Beasts in the Divine Beast Holy Land would probably face utter annihilation.
Ten thousand years ago, their seniors had sacrificed themselves to save juniors like them, but now the four of them did not think they had that ability.
"Zhu Fancheng, please, you must set up a formation capable of holding Kui Yong back," the First Clan Chief called out, turning to Zhu Fancheng.
All the Divine Beasts turned their eyes toward Zhu Fancheng.
There was a hint of pleading in all their gazes.
It seemed they could only rely on formations to stop those outside from entering, and formations, of course, meant relying on Zhu Fancheng.
Previously, they had harbored considerable hatred toward Zhu Fancheng, an outsider.
After all, it was Huo Lian's overbearing strength that had forced the Four Clan Chiefs to agree to let outsiders in.
But now, Zhu Fancheng was their only hope.
"It's too difficult." Zhu Fancheng shook his head. "That single attempt Kui Yong made to break our formation just now nearly caused it to collapse. His attainments in the formation arts are astonishing. Even I can't guarantee that a formation I set up could stop him."
Had Kui Yong not been interrupted after that brief instant, the formation they had