Elder Song was, of course, terrified.
Zhang Quan didn't understand, but he did.
This little brat looked young, his face still carrying traces of innocence, but his Divine Thought was solid, his aura profound, and he could manifest both spells and formations...
That could only mean he carried the spiritual inheritance of some great family, a Great Family.
Moreover, he had concealed his presence beforehand, launched a formation sneak attack, used spells not just to restrain enemies but also to kill them.
Clearly battle-hardened, with rich experience.
Not to mention, they had already been ambushed—two were dead, one was crippled, and the remaining two, Zhang Quan and himself, were severely injured, their strength greatly diminished.
Even if all of them had been in perfect condition, with their peak strength, facing this little cultivator, they would likely lose more than win.
Up until now, he still didn't know what trump cards this brat might have yet to play.