The seventeen Great Luo True Realm cultivators behind him also looked greedy at his words.
They had stood guard here for over ten thousand years, all for this moment.
Far away, amid the chaotic undercurrents.
Hongchu trembled with rage.
"That old bastard has no shame!"
He wanted nothing more than to charge out and strike the foul-mouthed True Lord Hanchuan dead with a bolt of lightning.
"Don't be rash." Cangxuan held him back.
"There are eighteen of them, joined in a formation. If we rush in blindly, not only will we fail to save Fellow Daoist Taichu, we'll get ourselves killed too."
"Then what do we do?" Hongchu demanded anxiously. "Just stand here and watch?"
Zhou Ming's gaze had never left the Hanchuan Dao-Locking Formation.
He studied the eighteen formation nodes made of frost energy, watching the ceaselessly circulating nine nether frost fiend freeze Taichu's primordial qi bit by bit.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"This formation has a weakness."
Hongchu and Cangxuan perked up.
"What weakness?"
"True Lord Hanchuan is the formation's nexus," Zhou Ming said. "But the other seventeen are the ones sustaining it."
"True Lord Hanchuan is merely a conduit. He gathers the power of those seventeen, amplifies it through the staff in his hand, and channels it into the formation's core."
"It's like a lever."
"As long as we can sever the connections between those seventeen nodes and True Lord Hanchuan simultaneously..."
"The formation will collapse on its own."
After hearing Zhou Ming's analysis, Cangxuan's eyes lit up as well.
"Break the whole by striking its weak points."
"You mean the three of us should attack from behind, Fellow Daoist Zhou, with each of us taking six nodes."
"If we can severely wound all seventeen in an instant, leaving them unable to supply the