Wu Weijiang had sent out a warning first thing, not to alert others, but to inform the outer uncles.
He was somewhat doubtful, why did the outer uncles show no reaction to the changes inside? It must be related to this ancient spirit beast, yet now was not the time to worry about it.
He was certain that it was impossible to repel or kill this Luan Niao, not to mention it was an ancient spirit beast, even those Turing flash beasts in this Pocket World were almost immortal; such was the rule.
The only thing they could do was to figure out how to minimize losses while escaping; his significance as a true disciple was how many people he could save in such a situation.
Luckily, he received a response; unfortunately, the channel for retreat had become blocked, no longer a matter of everyone transmitting together, but one by one, with intervals of time in between.
"Wanxiang Sword Formation!"