Wu Sheng turned to look at Mingshi Yin who was standing at the helm. He wore an innocent expression on his face as he said, "Formation? I'm afraid I don't understand."
Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed before he said, "Duanmu Sheng, since they don't know what we're talking about, enlighten them…"
"Yes, master!" Duanmu Sheng was overjoyed. He brandished his Overlord Spear as he leaped off the flying chariot.
When Lu Zhou saw the chairs prepared by his disciples, he motioned to Hua Wudao to take a seat. "Please."
"Thank you."
Both of them were seated at the helm as they watched the battle in the air.
Wu Sheng did not expect the Evil Sky Pavilion would strike without warning. At this moment, he knew the Ten Shamans' descendants' plan had been exposed so he quickly said, "Retreat!"
The 30 red-robed cultivators fell back in the air. Their formation was scattered.
