"Seniors, please lend me your strength."
Baili Zilin bowed toward the spectator stands.
Immediately after, on the vast spectator seats, figures wearing red robes and white conical hats rose to their feet, one after another.
Brilliant pillars of martial force shot out from in front of those Prison Sect members, hurtling toward the massive sphere at the center of the world.
However, this array world was incomparably vast after all. Though they appeared close to the sphere, they were actually far away.
Under normal circumstances, the martial force pillars would need a very long time to reach their destination.
But now, after releasing their martial force pillars, they entered the barrier gate inscribed with Baili Zilin's name almost in the blink of an eye.
Regardless of their cultivation level, the speed was the same.
This was naturally not some special method of the Prison Sect, but rather the power of this array world.
As pillar after pillar of martial force formed connecting lines between the spectator stands and the central sphere.
Like a spider's web wrapping around that sphere — spectacular and breathtaking.
And from those lines, one could tell that the Prison Sect members currently lending their strength numbered in the tens of millions.
Though such numbers were quite small compared to other powers that routinely numbered in the hundreds of millions or even billions.
But the Prison Sect was different from other factions — almost every member of the Prison Sect was someone with a certain degree of talent, someone who had been implanted with a Prison Infant.
Looking at it from another angle, so many geniuses had been implanted with something like a Prison Infant.
That made this number truly terrifying.
But what people didn't know was that those currently lending their strength were far from all of the Prison Sect's forces.
After all, the Prison Sect's territories were numerous and still required many people to guard them. Right now, they had merely dispatched as many people as possible to lend their strength to Baili Zilin.
On the plaza where Baili Zilin stood, the massive formation was also transparent.
Along the outer layer of that magnificent formation, countless names appeared like rune patterns, slowly rotating with the formation.
This proved that the Prison Sect members' method of lending their strength was correct.
Under the infusion of that vast martial force, the originally empty interior of the formation was quickly filled with a special kind of aura.
And as the power continued to pour in, the formation's color deepened from faint to dense, even beginning to emit a faint glow.
Most importantly, even people who were extremely far from the formation could feel its power steadily increasing.
"What incredible backing! Baili Zilin has the Prison Sect supporting him — today, he's determined to win."
"Looks like it was the right decision for Chu Feng not to come."
The crowd began discussing among themselves.
Some even openly disparaged Chu Feng.
Especially those who had witnessed the battle between Chu Feng and Baili Zilin and had subsequently received benefits from the Prison Sect.
"Master, do you think Chu Feng will come?" From a corner of the spectator seats, Xia Xingchen looked toward Daoist Zhaixing.
Since the three of them wore long robes with hoods, outsiders couldn't see their true appearances at all, so they didn't need to communicate via secret transmission.
But before Daoist Zhaixing could answer, an old man in white robes beside them, who looked like an otherworldly immortal, spoke up: "Chu Feng is a smart man — he certainly wouldn't dare to come."
"How do you know?" Xia Xingchen asked.
"I said, Chu Feng is a smart man. The reason his track record has been so brilliant all along is because he weighs the pros and cons carefully and never fights a battle he's not confident in."
"And this battle doesn't rely on one's own talent — it relies on the power behind him."
"What kind of power backs Baili Zilin? It's the Prison Sect, which even the overlords of every Heavenly River don't dare to provoke."
"And Chu Feng, who when facing the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion is like a rat crossing the street, having to scurry and hide everywhere — how would he dare to confront the entire Prison Sect head-on?"
The old man held his left hand behind his back and stroked his white beard with his right, analyzing everything with perfect logic.
Naturally, Xia Xingchen found such words unpleasant to hear, and fierce light already blazed beneath his hood.
But before Xia Xingchen could speak, he grabbed the old man's collar: "A rat crossing the street, you say? If you dare spout such nonsense again, I'll tear your filthy mouth apart."
And this old man was no ordinary figure — he was a sect master. He hadn't come alone today, and several hundred elite elders and disciples surrounded him.