Outside the sword formation, the Blood Spirit Clan members looked at Ye Chen, the sneer on their lips growing wider.
From their perspective, it was impossible for Ye Chen to survive this sword formation, much less destroy it, especially since he was a mere origin king realm cultivator.
However, Ye Chen had already lasted more than ten seconds, which was equivalent to slapping them in the face.
The face of the Blood Spirit Clan member who was certain that Ye Chen would not last more than ten seconds darkened.
"Looks like this little b*stard is more troublesome to deal with than we thought."
"There was a reason why the blood-colored mist prevented us from finding him. We have to kill him as soon as possible!"
"Fourth Brother, Second Brother and I will maintain the formation. You go inside and kill this kid! Killing an origin king realm cultivator trapped within the sword formation should be possible, right?"
