Now that Ji Ning and the other Autarchs were no longer actively maintaining the grand formation which covered this region, it quickly crumbled beneath the strikes of the violet-golden chains.
A short while later, four figures emerged from the grayish clouds which constituted the surfaced of the ovaloid Grassland World. It was Iyerre and his three allies.
"They fled," the silver-robed woman murmured softly. "Iyerre, this is their homeland. These cultivators can fight or flee as they please. If we aren't able to trap them, we won't be able to kill them at all."
"They are all extremely wily. As soon as the odds turn against them, they immediately flee." The red-robed man frowned as well.
