Luo Chen paused for a moment, forcing his attention from the blood altar to survey his hooded clan members. They were all still kneeling, infusing their qi into the blood formation that he was trying to develop to destroy Xing Hao Island.
"Luo Hou is late," he murmured. He glared at one of the hooded members in the first row, his eyes blazing crimson. "Has he reported back yet?"
"No, Clan Leader. There is no news from Luo Hou or any of the squads we sent with him."
"What is taking them so long? They only have to eliminate a bunch of youngsters – youngsters who have been weakened and injured by his formation."
