A Soft Spot?

Zanqua stayed her hands, not knowing if this mysterious person was speaking the truth or not, but she had only one chance, as using this formation would cost her a fortune. She had acquired it through banditry means and set it up using cheap labor, so it was filled with flaws but still enough to do the job, but this man claimed he knew such a formation was set up.

"It's a Mid-Level Immortal Emperor Grade Killing Formation, right?"

"Who are you!?" Zanqua growled, looking like a frightened cat as she glanced around.

His voice appeared to come from the shadows, from the void, or entirely an illusion, as the last one sounded right beside her. It crept her to no end, making her believe this person was not an Immortal King but a Mid Stage Immortal Emperor who was highly skilled in Illusion Laws.

Just who had her Cleaving Wolf Gang offended?