Halfway up Wangfeng Mountain.
Amid the crowd of Rogue Cultivators.
Shen Fu struggled against the relentless attacks of the Incense Dao cultivators in the distance.
Yet his heart gradually sank to rock bottom.
He was one of only two Foundation Establishment cultivators among the hundred-odd Rogue Cultivators here.
But compared with the four opposing Incense Dao cultivators, all at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, he and the other leader were merely at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage and clearly paled in comparison.
Moreover, both had only recently reached Foundation Establishment and lacked sufficient reserves and methods.
Even after pooling the strength of a hundred Rogue Cultivators into a formation to resist, they were still driven back step by step.
"Young Shen, hurry up and leave! Any later, and you might not make it!"
A sinister voice suddenly rang out within his Spiritual Platform, carrying a rare trace of gravity.
A vast difference in strength often existed between cultivators even a single stage apart.
Across a major realm, the gulf in strength was more like the chasm between heaven and earth.
The Foundation Establishment Early Stage and Middle Stage seemed only a small stage apart, but exceedingly few could bridge that gap and defeat someone above their level.
Of course, with more time to guide Shen Fu, his insight and experience would have made that fairly easy.
But Shen Fu had entered the Foundation Establishment Realm far too recently and had not had time to learn many methods at all.
Under these circumstances, Shen Fu was naturally far from a match for these Incense Dao cultivators.
Shen Fu felt that disparity too, his expression as still as deep water.
He glanced westward, toward the Eastern Saint Garrison.
"Senior Brother..."
A trace of unwillingness flashed through Shen Fu's eyes.
Over the past