For two days Roley teleported over and over again, slowly consuming the entirety of his spiritual essence.
His face had become easily recognizable by the various pursuing parties, and there weren't much cities left inside which he could find refuge.
Within the ring, the group was preparing for an all out war against at any given moment.
Edmund, as one of the few ninth rank cultivators, couldn't afford to take Roley's place, as he would risk wasting his own spiritual essence without the guarantee that they would not have to face a battle afterwards.
One of their few options, was to stop, battle against the few most insistent pursuing parties, and kill them before the others could arrive.
There was only one problem with this plan.