On the plain, everyone stared at the endless flames on the projection, their expressions shaken.
A Formation!
No wonder this kid was making such a show of drinking tea there, waiting like a hunter by the tree for rabbits—turns out he'd already made all his preparations!
The Barbarian Tribe, whose mood had just improved, suddenly had their faces collapse again.
What a huge loss!
Of the six Barbarian Clan Disciples, only two managed to escape, one was expelled, and three died!
And those three people actually came out without a scratch!
On the Demon Race's side, they were overjoyed beyond measure.
"Sect Master Parrish, these Disciples of yours are amazing, that ambush was beautifully done!"
"Impressive! Impressive! That Vaelor Boyd is a Peak Great Land Immortal, yet he almost capsized here. If he hadn't had a Sect's core magical treasure to flee through the void, I'm afraid he wouldn't have gotten away today."
"They just got several tags in one go, that's a huge haul."
