The few hundred immortals in the stadium rustled, wanting to go in immediately.
At this moment, one abstruse immortal tertiary stage got up and said, "Everyone calm down. There are eight formation doors: some are real and some are fake, or they might all be real or all be fake. I think we should divide into eight groups and each group should attack a formation door. Then, everyone go in and try their luck."
"Okay."
"Agreed."
"This is the best solution…"
Many people agreed and soon the few hundred immortals formed eight groups of about equal size.
Luo Wufa walked to Zhen Bingyu and scanned Ye Mo contemptuously before saluting with his fists. "Goddess Bingyu, let's go together. I know a little about formations, I won't let you lose out."
Zhen Bingyu didn't look at him and stared at Ye Mo for a long while before asking coldly, "You really don't want to go in and test your luck?"
