The team from the Martial Spirit Hall was stationed outside the City. They were surrounded by thick bushes and large trees. They all stood in a formation, the pugilists, swordsmen, spear mean were on the outside, while the runemasters, formation masters, and beast tamers stood in the central ring, and in the core stood Alchemists.
The Alchemists were treated as treasures, they had the power to procure pills that could bring people back from the doors of death. Elder San was standing in the void above the team. Suddenly, Shi Lang said, "Two teams in the east, three on the south, and two in the west are just waiting."
His voice spread out through the group, but he made sure to use his spiritual senses to communicate. Given his reputation, none of the people questioned him and immediately looked in the mentioned directions. A light chuckle spread out through the woods and a voice sounded, "Xiao Lang, you have grown stronger again."
