Eleven people surrounded the trio of Ning Cheng, but they didn't immediately make a move. Some even hesitated, contemplating whether they should retreat. In truth, ever since Ou Mo had been ambushed and killed by Ning Cheng and Xiao Xinxi, the group had been left without a leader. Even the woman who had mocked Ning Cheng earlier now seemed uncertain.
Don't be fooled by her earlier scorn. It was because she had been confident that, under the siege of nineteen Third Step powerhouses, Ning Cheng and his companions, no matter how strong, would not escape. Yet now, the nineteen had dwindled to eleven, and half the Integration Realm cultivators were gone. Among these eleven, there was no obvious leader, and several were still wavering. Her hesitation was only natural.
"Haha…" A hearty, unrestrained laugh echoed from the void, drawing everyone's gaze upward.
