"This little imp, at such an age, what could he know about Formations?"
"But if by any chance..." someone hesitated.
"No worries," said the Cultivator with a sinister gaze, glancing at the surrounding Formation, calmly remarked, "These Formations should be a Killing Formation. If it explodes, that little imp will certainly die as well. Even if he somehow can control these Formations, he wouldn't have the guts to go down with us."
The others nodded in agreement.
"There's no time to waste, let's go in early to 'catch the turtle in the jar' and capture that little imp, and then use him to threaten that old fool."
"Capture both of them and torment them to death, and the Water Prison Sect will be completely cut off."
The Cultivator with the sinister gaze sneered.
Then the four formed a formation and walked towards the cave side by side.
But upon entering the cave, they found there wasn't a single figure inside.
"What's going on..."
"Where are the people?"
