Though they were dissatisfied, their lives only grew more and more strained, delaying the cultivation of the village disciples.
Especially over the past century, aside from not openly seizing and plundering—which would have given other second-rate sects an excuse to report them to higher authorities—the Rainmoist Sect had taken every opportunity to demand that Guan Village relocate into its territory.
They had placed everyone in Guan Village under house arrest. Even the puppets they sold could only be sold within the sect's own market.
Moreover, every puppet they sold had to pass their inspection before it could be put out for sale, under the watch of the market patrols.
Otherwise, even Guan Village's sole source of spirit stones could be cut off at any time...
As Guan Feng vigilantly scanned the surroundings, boundless desolation rose in his heart. If they had possessed any means of escape, they would have left this place long ago.
They had amassed their strength for so long. Today, they would finally stake their lives on this. Guan Feng had already prepared himself to face death and perish together with the enemy.
Even if the entire village perished today, he would not leave the other side anything of value.
"From the looks of it, everything is normal. Once that formation erupts shortly, it will be our only chance to escape!"
Guan Feng rapidly considered matters in his heart. He hoped that the strange phenomenon between heaven and earth caused by the activation of the formation would draw as many Rainmoist Sect experts as possible from the nearest area.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Suddenly, Guan Feng's expression changed mid-flight as a sinister voice rang out from the darkness.
At the same time, four figures suddenly flashed into view ahead of them in the night. As