Outside the great formation, listening to the violent rumbling within it, the effeminate middle-aged man and the brown-robed old man were frantic with worry, their faces exceedingly grim.
Just now, while both were checking the tokens at their waists, they had shockingly discovered a bizarre contrast between the red and green dots within.
"Impossible! How could the Broken Army Sect have lost so few people, while Elder Ling's entire team has perished?"
The effeminate middle-aged man wore an expression of utter disbelief. At the same time, the spell techniques in his hands did not cease, accelerating his bombardment of the formation.
The brown-robed old man did not believe it either. Even if either of them led a team against the Broken Army Sect, even with the opposing side assisted by a great formation, the disparity in casualties could not possibly be like this.
This was a completely one-sided result, and the disadvantaged side was actually their own.
"Could they possess some artifact capable of briefly concealing the rules? Could this great formation before us simply not be that powerful?"
The brown-robed old man continued attacking as he listened to the ceaseless violent explosions from within the formation, feeling rather doubtful.
He pondered whether he should retreat first and go find Elder Han.
However, only a dozen or so breaths had passed since Ling Shan disappeared. No matter what, they could not believe that even Ling Shan could have fallen.
She was an elder far stronger than either of them, and beneath her command were three Nascent Soul cultivators with formidable combat strength.
The moment the two noticed that something was wrong, they had rushed over. In such a short time, what sort of great formation would the Broken Army Sect need to make Ling Shan's entire team perish in around