At this moment.
Zhunti felt the pain of being caught between advance and retreat. At the slightest thought, his face nearly twisted into a bitter melon, the conflict in his heart growing ever deeper...
"Wu Tian..."
"Was this your scheme as well?"
Sage Zhunti muttered inwardly.
Meanwhile, atop Western Spirit Mountain, Sage Jieyin also wore a face full of sorrow as he gazed toward the Investiture Battlefield in the distance.
When the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was set up,
Sage Jieyin had immediately become alert...
Under normal circumstances, he should have set out at once and joined forces with Yuanshi and the others at top speed to break the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
But Sage Jieyin truly did not dare!
Jieyin's gaze shifted slightly.
With some bitterness, he looked toward the border between the Eastern and Western Worlds. Within the void, where primordial energy was chaotic and space unstable, a faint flash of golden light passed by, revealing the aura of a blazing sun...
It seemed to be concealing itself.
Yet it also seemed deliberately intent on letting Sage Jieyin see it!
As though it were shouting:
Go on, then?
The moment you leave, I'll strike!
Not only were the parties involved watching this unfold. Wu Tian and the others, who had been hiding in the back to watch the show, also felt anticipation rise within them upon seeing it.
Su Daji even laughed and said:
"Let Zhunti stir up trouble everywhere..."
"Now look at him—he can't hold the front while his backyard is on fire. I'd like to see how those two brothers choose! Will they risk everything and go break the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation first, or will they stay nailed to Mount Ling?"
As she spoke, Su Daji looked curiously at Wu Tian.
"Great King..."
"What do