"What are they doing?" Tianming furrowed his brow. It was a little too far, so he couldn't see clearly with his own two eyes. He could only get a rough image with his Plundering Eye.

Di Zang and Po Suo were mumbling something in the middle of the monochrome formation, causing a black and white mist to form and snake around them. The mist soon gathered and fused into the five-colored formation. Tianming couldn't hear what they were saying, either.

"I heard these two were twelfth-level death samsarans, the strongest people on the Flameyellow Continent who are only a step away from godhood. Even though I can fight normal ghoul kings now, I might not even be able to escape from them if they discover me, let alone chase them away and destroy the formation..."

After a bit, he was sure that they didn't seem like they were about to leave soon.

"Big Brother, since you saw those two using Fatesteal, does that mean...