"Huo Lian, I'll be going on ahead."
Mo Pozheng's laughter echoed through the area.
Huo Lian's expression was grim.
He had not expected a formation here. Mo Pozheng had used it to evade the Saber Force of his slash.
But though Mo Pozheng had evaded it, Kui Yong's corpse had not. Huo Lian had severed one of its arms-the one he now held.
"Where is he?" Wu Xuancang soon reached Huo Lian's side, but he could no longer see Mo Pozheng.
As far as he was concerned, Mo Pozheng could not possibly have escaped so quickly.
"He escaped," Huo Lian said.
"So quickly?" Wu Xuancang asked in some surprise.
"What's so strange about that? There are plenty of formations here. With their help, escaping is easy enough," Huo Lian said.
"What's this?" Wu Xuancang glanced at the severed arm in Huo Lian's hand.
"Kui Yong's. I failed to keep Mo Pozheng here. All I managed to keep was this severed arm," Huo Lian said. There was nothing to hide about this; everyone could tell at a glance.
"This is bad! We need to withdraw!" Just as Huo Lian said this, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted.
At that moment, Xuan Tu and the others were also rushing toward them.
"Huo Lian, dealing with Pang Ji is no longer very likely. Should we withdraw?" Xuan Tu called.
"Yes, hurry!" Huo Lian nodded. "Pang Ji has escaped. He'll definitely activate the Grand Formation. Once we're trapped, we'll be in serious trouble."
In fact, everyone had realized this too.
Having escaped, Pang Ji could certainly rely on the formations in the Main Hall of the Demon Hall to deal with them.
With Mo Pozheng no longer here, they might be fine passing through these Grand Formations while they remained inactive, but if