The Jiang Family's originally flagging morale and crushing pressure were steadied by Jiang Shang's move.
Everyone in the Jiang Family shouted excitedly, "The Jiang Family will win! The Jiang Family will win!"
Jiang Yuanzheng slowly wrapped the wound on his arm with strips of cloth, smiling as he stared at Nan Gezi. "Hear that? The Jiang Family will win."
Nan Gezi's face darkened. "You're dead."
Lin Jiangxian was furious.
As a veteran elder, he had opposed this war from the very beginning.
But since Song Sheng Chaoying was the Dean, and since this was the decision of the majority of the elders in the Elder Council, he could only keep his personal opinion to himself, obey the Dean's decision, and devote everything he had to the final victory.
Lin Jiangxian sighed. "At this point, it's either you die or I do."
Lin Jiangxian took a deep breath, then suddenly shouted, "Eight Trigrams Formation! Open!"
Buzz—!
A massive square grid slowly descended from the sky!
Jiang Shang snapped his gaze toward the East Gate and clenched his fists. "Lin Jiangxian... you came too?"
Lu Chengwen and the others looked up at the sky, feeling it was both terrifying and bizarre.
That radiant box of light, which gave off waves of solid, hard texture, actually had nine squares! Each square had a different pattern. What did that represent?
Wasn't it the Eight Trigrams Formation?
Why were there nine squares, three across and three down?!
Zhao Ritian tilted his head back. "What the hell is that!?"
Xia Ying shouted, "Don't let the grid lines touch you!"
Like she needed to say it. Everyone was already dodging, scared half to death.
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes, looking at Lin Jiangxian in the distance. *So this is the true strength of a veteran elder