"That's enough," Marshal Shengding sighed. "You have won, now let them go."
Across the sky in the distance, Marshal Xianming hovered in the air, clasping his hands behind his back in a leisurely manner. He remained well within the safety of the grand formation, a smile hanging on his aged face, and his wrinkled eyes brimmed with confidence.
"Am I hearing things? Do you actually expect me to just let them go?" Marshal Xianming asked bemusedly.
Marshal Shengding was naturally referring to the numerous Dragon Cauldron Army soldiers who were being held captive by the grand formation of monstrous grass, specifically those who were below the Origin Core realm.
It was because of their relatively weaker cultivation level that they had been helpless against the grand formation. Ironically, it was also because of their weaker cultivation levels that they had a chance of survival, at least as opposed to the Origin Core realm experts on their side.
