"Then no matter what, I have to get you two out of here..."
Sweat had soaked through his clothes, yet Ye Moran's heart still burned with ruthless determination. He kept searching for a way—no matter the price, he had to grievously wound the two opponents.
At the very least, he had to make them lose most of their fighting strength. That way, the outcome of the final mission would still be uncertain.
Murong Mei and the others were likewise fighting for their lives over there. Until the very last moment, hope still remained.
The two masked men in black besieging Ye Moran were also feeling utterly stifled at this very moment.
They had clearly obtained extremely precise information on their opponent. With their side holding the advantages of timing and terrain, they had fought until now only to end up in such a pathetic state.
Their errors lay in two areas. First, they possessed relatively detailed information only on Ye Moran and those Spirit Transformation cultivators.
That was because the Nascent Soul cultivators below had been a group Ye Moran had selected at the last minute before setting out.
Second, although they had suppressed their opponents in both numbers and cultivation, they had still failed to account for how formidable the magical treasures in the hands of the Guiqulaixi cultivators were.
They could more or less gather intelligence on what cultivation techniques their opponents practiced, but Guiqulaixi was exceedingly willing to spend lavishly on its own cultivators.
As a result, many cultivators possessed not only powerful natal magical treasures, but also an endless stream of auxiliary magical treasures with bizarrely tremendous might.
Guiqulaixi sold these magical treasures to its own cultivators at extremely low prices, allowing them to replace their treasures at any time.
Thus, no one knew exactly what