"Those are formation soldiers, conjured collectively by the formation. And since they are formations, they naturally have flaws—and the flaws are the same for all of them."
"Once I discovered their flaws, their numbers no longer mattered to me. I can easily dismantle any of them," Chu Feng said.
The moment those words left Chu Feng's mouth, a look of adoration appeared in Long Fulai's eyes once more.
The other members of the Totem Dragon Clan also began murmuring among themselves. Unlike before, most of the voices this time were praises.
But there were exceptions—such as the bald man.
He scoffed at Chu Feng's answer with undisguised contempt.
"Tch, so he just found the flaws. I was wondering how he could be that ridiculous—turns out it's nothing but a cheap trick." His voice was low, but a woman standing nearby still caught every word.
"Isn't that still ridiculous enough?"
"If finding the flaws is his ability, then why haven't you found them? Or me, for that matter?" the woman said to the bald man.
"You… why are you too—" The bald man stared at the woman beside him, who was sizing him up with a critical gaze, utterly bewildered.
If it had been anyone else, he could have let it go—but this woman had despised Chu Feng just as much as he did.
In fact, when Chu Feng had been suppressing Long Zhizhi, this very woman had stepped forward and threatened to wipe out Chu Feng's entire family.
And Chu Feng had not indulged her.
He had punched her straight to the ground, leaving her on her knees, completely immobilized. It had been a miserable sight.
Given her personality, she should have harbored intense hatred toward Chu Feng—so the bald man couldn't understand why even she was speaking up for him.
In truth, he was not the only one who couldn't make sense of it. Among their group, there were still quite a few who regarded Chu Feng as an enemy.
But at this point, it was undeniable that many people had begun to change their perception of him.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, the reason you've been walking so slowly—is it because you've been observing? Do these symbols and patterns on the rock walls truly contain something?"
Long Fulai asked again.
Although Chu Feng had been looking straight ahead the entire time, since he was walking right beside him, Long Fulai had noticed that Chu Feng's gaze was not simply fixed on the path ahead.
Rather, it encompassed all of the rock walls before them.
"You've been observing too?" Chu Feng asked.
"I've been looking, but I can't make anything of it," Long Fulai said.
"There is something hidden in them, though I hope we won't need it," Chu Feng said.
Hearing this, Long Fulai chose not to press further, but said to Chu Feng, "Young Hero Chu Feng, you really are remarkable."
He firmly believed that Chu Feng was not lying to him.
And because of that, he also knew that Chu Feng had discovered things he himself could not—and that was precisely why he praised him.
After all, Long Fulai was himself a genius who surpassed countless juniors. But in Chu Feng's presence, he felt deeply what it meant to be humbled.
That sense of an insurmountable gap was something no junior in the entire Totem Dragon Clan had ever made him feel—even Long Chengyu had never given him such an overwhelming sense of disparity.
The exchange between Chu Feng and Long Fulai also made the others realize why Chu Feng had been walking so slowly—it turned out he had made discoveries.
With that, no one had anything more to say.
But it had to be acknowledged that Chu Feng's slow pace had cost them a considerable amount of time. While they were still making their way forward, three other teams had already exited their corridors and entered an entirely new world.
It was a world of raging sandstorms. The winds and sand carried a special force within them, and even these half-god-realm powerhouses found their vision severely obstructed.
Fortunately, the exits of all five corridors were close to one another, and not far ahead of the corridor exits stood a raised platform.
On the platform sat eight statues.
Each of the eight statues towered ten thousand meters into the sky. Standing at their feet, a person was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
But at this level of cultivation, a mere ten thousand meters was nothing remarkable. Yet the reason Long Chengyu and the others had gathered here with such furrowed brows was something else entirely.
Long Chengyu, Long Muxi, and Long Yuhong's teams had all emerged here intact.
But Long Yuhong was gravely wounded. Not just her—nearly everyone in her team had sustained injuries, and the worst cases had lapsed into unconsciousness.
Every one of their faces was drawn with worry as their eyes repeatedly drifted toward the exits of the fourth and fifth corridors.
Sadly, a barrier stood in the way, and they could not see what was happening inside.
Finally, a team emerged from the fourth corridor as well.
It was the Grand Elder's grandson, Long Chenglu.