"Your Majesty, Immortal Tongtian actually refused?" Lord Lianghua couldn't help but ask.
"It is my incompetence — I failed to persuade him. It's all my fault." The Elven King's face was filled with self-reproach.
"Father, we can't just sit here and wait for death. Why don't we invite everyone aboard the Spatial Warships to come out? We can all beg Immortal Tongtian together. I refuse to believe he's so heartless that he'd truly stand by and watch us die." At that moment, Princess Lingyue stepped forward and spoke.
"Your Majesty, we believe Lingyue's proposal is viable," Lord Lianghua said.
"It's certainly worth trying. We can't just sit idle and do nothing," Lord Luokong and the other elders and protectors chimed in together.
At that moment, the Elven King gazed in every direction, looking at the one hundred and twenty-three Spatial Warships that had already gathered here, as well as the ones still approaching from the distance. His gaze shifted repeatedly before he finally nodded.
At this point, he had no other option. This was the only move left — to use the collective strength of everyone present to soften Immortal Tongtian's heart.
And so, Chu Feng, Immortal Refiner, and the other Spirit World Masters first set up an isolation formation tens of thousands of miles around the area. The reason was simple: to prevent anyone from secretly sending a signal to the Dark Hall Master, revealing their location. After all, one could never be too cautious when it came to guarding against others.
Once everything was in place, dense throngs of people began filing out of the Spatial Warships. In an instant, this stretch of land became truly teeming with people, transforming into a genuine sea of humanity.
Before long, those who were unaware of the full picture began making their way toward where Chu Feng and the others were.
In particular, the leaders of various factions eagerly greeted the Elven King, Immortal Refiner, and the other distinguished figures. Naturally, quite a few people also approached Chu Feng, eager to curry favor.
But at a time like this, Chu Feng had no mood to deal with them. At best, he would exchange a brief smile — he couldn't be bothered to say a word.
As more and more people tried to approach, the Ancient Elven guards quickly established a security perimeter, stationed at a fixed distance around the area. No one was permitted to enter unless they were a truly distinguished figure.
"Hey, let us in! We know Chu Feng!"
"Chili, give it a rest. Let's just go back. Even the elders can't get in — how could we possibly get through?"
Suddenly, Chu Feng heard a familiar voice. Turning toward it, he spotted three familiar figures standing outside the security line.
They were the three Hell Palace disciples he had encountered back at the Bow Domination Plains — a pair of brothers called Big Radish and Little Radish, and a young woman named Chili.
At that moment, they had been stopped outside by the Ancient Elven powerhouses and were not allowed to enter.
Chili's face was flushed with anger as she kept shouting. Big Radish was beside her, trying to calm her down, while Little Radish kept craning his neck, seemingly trying to spot Chu Feng in the crowd.
Right now, though many people wanted to see Chu Feng, none dared to make a commotion — especially when faced with the Ancient Elven powerhouses, most kept a respectful distance. As a result, Chili and the others had already attracted quite a bit of attention.
"What a bunch of hillbillies. Don't even know their place, lying about knowing Chu Feng."
"And who exactly is Chu Feng? He's the kind of figure who now stands alongside the Elven King, the Hell Palace Master, and Immortal Refiner. How could people like them possibly know him?"
"Don't be so harsh. Maybe they really do know Chu Feng — it's just that Chu Feng doesn't know them."
"Ha! That's true too — hahahaha!!!"
At that moment, quite a few people were openly mocking and ridiculing Chili and her companions. Faced with the crowd's derision, not only did Big and Little Radish look displeased, but even Chili herself was starting to feel a bit embarrassed.