"What is it?" The man standing a couple of inches behind their leader asked, his expression filled with perplexity.
It was the first ti he had seen such an astounding look on their leader's face.
The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and turned to look at the man.
The others also directed their gaze toward her, curiosity evident in their expressions.
They were all eager to understand what had prompted such a shocked reaction to the purple light.
"What lies ahead of us… is a powerful formation," she announced slowly, her words hanging in the air.
"A powerful formation!" The revelation left the three hundred-plus mbers of the group wide-eyed.
They exchanged glances, their collective astonishnt palpable.
Turning their attention to the purple shimring light on the calm sea, they struggled to reconcile the beauty of the sight with the unexpected revelation that it concealed a formidable formation.
For a brief mont, silence reigned as each mber processed the information.
All eyes remained fixed on their leader, waiting for her guidance.
Finally, the third man behind the leader spoke up. "Leader, what should we do?"
She turned to look at him, her expression cold. "Of course, we're going to complete the mission. I'm just slightly surprised, that's all. As for the fact that it may pose a threat to us…"
She clicked her tongue in disdain, dismissing any concerns about the potential danger the powerful formation might pose.
The group, though still wary, nodded in acknowledgnt of their leader's decision.
The aura of the formation held an air of mystery, but the Reapers was notorious for facing challenges head-on.
"Let go," she commanded.
A bright smile flashed on their faces when they saw their leader regain her usual confident deanor.
Whoosh!
They continued their journey, flying at breathtaking speed. After traveling for another couple of minutes, they arrived in front of the purple light.
For a mont, everyone stared at the purple light curiously before one of the sub-leaders asked, "Should we attack it?"
"Yes. Let one of the strongest half-step Golden Core try to break in," she responded.
Instantly, a tall, sturdy man with a big ax stepped out of the group. His face exuded confidence.
"Barbarian Chop!" he shouted and swung his giant ax in an arc. The air trembled as the powerful ax roared toward the purple light.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see the outco.
Bang!
The ax connected to the purple light, but instead of the light shattering to pieces, the opposite occurred.
Ah!
A rebounding force passed through the ax to the body of the burly man, and a miserable scream escaped from his mouth.
He was sent flying backward, while his ax shattered into pieces from the heavy rebound montum.
The mbers of the group watched in shock as their strongest half-step Golden Core cultivator was effortlessly repelled by the mysterious force within the formation.
Their leader's eyes narrowed, a hint of intrigue replacing her usual confidence.
She motioned for the group to hold their positions.
"This formation is no ordinary barrier. It possesses a counterforce, and breaking through won't be easy," she explained.
She turned and looked at her two most powerful subordinates, motioning one of them to attack the barrier.
A disheveled man erged from behind.
Beneath the loosely draped black robe, his firm muscles bulged, and his eyes locked onto the purple light.
He was a formidable Golden Core Stage 3 expert and also a Body Refining warrior.
Cultivating two paths simultaneously, he was a daunting foe to encounter in battle.
In the Reaper Organization, only a handful of people at the Early Golden Core realm could withstand three of his attacks without succumbing.
With such a record, he couldn't fathom how a asly formation would pose a threat to him.
"Mountain Fist Strike!" he shouted and struck.
His fist carried a heavy montum, twisting in and out, causing the calm sea to tremble under the power of the blow.
Bang!
Ah!
A miserable scream erupted from his mouth as the confident expression transford into agony.
He was sent flying a hundred ters back, his right arm ripped apart, bones shattered into pieces, mangled into a grueso at paste.
The mbers of the Reaper Organization watched in stunned silence.
The formation not only repelled their strongest half-step Golden Core but also maid him severely.
It was becoming increasingly evident that the barrier was no ordinary enchantnt.
Huh!
Everyone sucked in a cold breath. The initial misconception that the formation's strength was solely due to the attacker being a Half-step Golden Core realm was shattered.
The realization dawned upon them that the formation was far more formidable than they had initially imagined, and the rebounding force increased proportionally with the strength of the attack.
Their leader narrowed her gaze, scrutinizing the purple light. Utilizing her special eye skill, she attempted to discern any weaknesses in the intricate patterns of the formation, but her efforts proved futile.
Suddenly, her eyes brightened with an idea.
"Soone should go down and swim underneath it," she commanded.
A murmur of agreent rippled through the group.
The mbers exchanged glances, silently volunteering the bravest among them for the perilous task.
Finally, a young man stepped forward, his determination evident on his face.
"I'll do it," he declared.
The leader nodded in approval. "Be cautious. We need information about the structure of this formation. Swim as close as you can and report back imdiately."
The young man took a deep breath, preparing himself ntally for the dangerous endeavor.
As he descended into the sea, the others watched intently, hoping that this bold move would provide the crucial information needed to bypass the formidable barrier that protected the Barren Land.
However, ten minutes after the young man entered the sea, there was still no sign of his return.
A palpable tension gripped each mber of the Reaper group. What was going on beneath the surface?
They cried out in their hearts, feeling an unusual sense of vulnerability.
The barren land, though seemingly weak, had proven mysteriously dangerous.
The Reapers, accustod to facing perilous missions, found themselves in an unprecedented situation.
"I want another person in the sea right now," their leader commanded, her voice laced with anger.
This ti, there was no hesitation as another man swiftly descended into the sea, determined to uncover the mystery below.
As the second young man delved into the waters, the Reapers anxiously awaited his ergence.
Yet, another ten minutes passed, and the appearance of the second young man remained elusive.
The growing realization that sothing sinister lurked beneath the sea heightened the tension among the Reapers.
The unknown threat challenged their reputation as relentless and unstoppable warriors.
The leader's frustration intensified. "This is unacceptable. We need to understand what's happening down there. Send more of our best!"
Without delay, two more Reapers, recognized for their unparalleled combat skills, plunged into the sea.
As the group anxiously monitored the situation, they wondered whether the Barren Land held secrets that even the formidable Reapers couldn't unravel.
After sending ten of her n into the seemingly calm sea, even a fool could realize that the sea was more deadly than the surface.
The Reapers found themselves in a precarious situation with limited options.
"What should we do now?" murmured one of the perplexed Reapers, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on them.
Unable to attack the formidable formation and thwarted in their attempts to swim past it, they stood on the edge of a dilemma.
The once gentle sea breeze now felt like the sharp fangs of a venomous viper, pricking their skin and heightening their sense of danger.
The sea, which seed calm, concealed an ominous force that stirred apprehension in their hearts.
The leader's frustration bubbled to the surface as her subordinates exchanged worried glances.
"Leader, what should we do?" inquired an old man, the last remaining subordinate in the Golden Core Realm.
"Shut up!" she snapped, her patience waning. "Don't you see I'm thinking?"
The reality of their failure gnawed at her.
The prospect of returning to headquarters with news of their mission's failure fueled her anger.
Failure had never been synonymous with the Reapers since their inception, and the idea of it happening under her command was unbearable.
She bit the corner of her lips, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the bright purple light as if it were her archenemy.
'I can't return like this... the only thing waiting for us is our heads chopped off from our necks,' she thought with a potent mix of confusion and anger.
The Reapers, who had faced countless adversaries and successfully completed ruthless missions, found themselves thwarted not by the inhabitants of the barren land but by an unforeseen formation.
The irony of being stopped by an inanimate obstacle fueled the leader's fury.
"How pathetic is that?!" she muttered, her voice laced with disdain.
The more she contemplated their predicant, the more her anger intensified.
Like a raging inferno, fury boiled inside her, threatening to consu her rationality.
Slowly, her subordinates retreated, casting dreadful glances at their leader.
They were acutely aware that when her thoughts twisted in such a manner, a complete massacre was imminent.
In such a state, she wouldn't discern a friend from a foe, and the repercussions of crossing her during this volatile mont could be dire.
As her subordinates withdrew, the leader took a deep breath, attempting to regain composure.
The gravity of their situation hung heavy in the air, and her mind raced to find a solution, any loophole or vulnerability in the formidable formation.
Suddenly, the purple light trembled, a subtle vibration coursing through it, leaving the Reapers bewildered.
They exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what triggered this unexpected reaction.
"What is going on?!" a voice among them voiced the collective confusion.
No one could provide an answer as the phenonon continued to unfold.
To their astonishnt, the purple light began to part, gradually creating a pathway.
The once impenetrable formation was giving way before their eyes.
A ripple of anticipation and uncertainty swept through the Reaper ranks.
As the parted light revealed its secrets, two figures erged – a man and a woman.
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