In the clearing of Black Maple Peak, Yuwen Zonglin and Ouyang Baitian weakly lifted their heads. They sighed in unison when they saw one hundred cultivators in the air.

“The opponent is too arrogant. This formation seems dominating, but it couldn’t withstand a single combined blow from three nascent souls and twenty golden cores!” Ouyang Baiyi descended from the sky and loftily looked down at his older brother sprawled on the ground.

“Where is he?” Ouyang Baiyi looked down his nose at Ouyang Baitian.

The man shook his head.

“He should be somewhere in the mountain. Fan out!” Yuwen Tuo shouted to his men as he helped up Yuwen Zonglin.

……

“Oh? They broke the formation? That was a bit slower than I thought.” Fifty kilometers away, Lu Yun took a bite out of a spirit fruit and crushed two spirit talismans he’d placed next to him.

……

Within Black Maple Peak.

Ouyang Baitian paled as he looked at Ouyang Baiyi and opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something. He flushed unnaturally before he could get a word out and golden light burst out of his dantian.

“No!” Being mid nascent soul powerhouses, Ouyang Baiyi and Yuwen Tuo sensed something...