Of course the Second Elder knew the figure on the hillside posing as the “Great Elder” was a fake.
The real Great Elder couldn’t even leave that underground bedchamber just now — how could he suddenly appear on the ancestral yard’s slope to admire the view?
Besides, the Second Elder had just heard the Great Elder’s voice by his ear.
That “Great Elder” had to be Yi’er in disguise.
But now wasn’t the time for explanations or unmasking.
The three groups were already charging toward that spot, and his orders were clear: Yi’er must be kept alive at all costs.
Zhao Yi had no formation defense before him.
On the inside he was literally hollow; if you cleaned him up and sold him to a hotpot shop, they’d curse you for skimping on weight.
Still, he wasn’t panicking — he knew someone would come to save him.
The Second Elder arrived.
When he activated, he displayed that terrifying speed again, the same as when he had earlier broken through the house gate.
Though the three groups were ahead, none of them dared to ignore such an overwhelmingly powerful presence.
Then a strange scene unfolded.
Each of the three groups left one person behind to intercept, while the others kept pushing up the slope.
And the ones left behind defended alone — they didn’t join forces to block together.
This was the downside of a loose alliance.