Time passed slowly, and the confidence on Profound Spirit Taoist’s face was slowly replaced by gravity and puzzlement.0

It was because the three Divine Armors were still attacking the Immovable Fortress Formation with all they got, and the two thieves hadn’t taken their leave either.0

Logically speaking, the thieves should have figured out his intentions by now. They should have accepted the victory and escaped far, far away. After all, they would surely die if reinforcements arrived, and they were caught up in a pincer attack.0

The thieves weren’t stupid. They surely understood the risks as well as he did. And yet, they didn’t leave. This could only mean that they were plotting something else.0

Is it the Eight Divine Armors?0

The thought flashed through Profound Spirit Taoist’s mind. If the thieves really were plotting something, then it could only be the remaining five Divine Armors.0

It was...0