Shi Songtao came to where those captured Broad Creed Mountain martial practitioners were, raising his head to look at Shi Tie.
A low, hoarse voice resounded, "Now, there are seven on my left, and fifteen on my right."
Shi Songtao raised his head to look at Shi Tie, "If I say that I will wipe out all of those on one side, which side do you think it would be better for me to choose?"
Shi Tie's eyes emanated a cold, pressuring light, his palm that was on the surface of the golden tower moving slightly, but not shifting away.
He extended his free hand towards Shi Songtao, but was blocked by Sima Chui's attacking lance.
Shi Songtao said in an indifferent tone, "With your cultivation base, if you stop suppressing the formation's core, even with the 'Scaly Dragon King' blocking you, you would be able to kill all of us over from this distance."
"However, you can't not care about the grand formation guiding the descent of the Nine Underworlds, right?"