The seventh was called the Flames Formation, the eighth was the Soul Falling Formation, the ninth was the Red Water Formation, and the tenth was the Red Sand Formation.
After Jiang Ziya finished scanning the ten tablets, a chill ran down his spine. Still forcing himself to remain calm, he declared loudly, "These ten formations still have flaws. Once they are complete, our Xiqi will personally come and break them!"
With that, he turned and returned to the city, heading straight to the prime minister's residence. His brows knotted tightly as he sat motionless beneath the lamp, repeatedly deducing possibilities, yet unable to find any countermeasure.
Grand Tutor Wen and the others also returned in triumph. During the banquet, cups clinked incessantly, and the fragrance of wine had yet to disperse when Yao Bin suddenly felt his heart jolt, and an evil idea arose.
He leaned close to Grand Tutor Wen's ear and lowered his voice. "As the saying goes, a snake cannot move without a head, and an army will collapse without a commander. Xiqi is nothing more than a tiny place, and Jiang Ziya is merely a shallow-minded fool. I need only use a little secret art to take his life. Then Xiqi will collapse like a sand tower and disintegrate without a fight!"
Grand Tutor Wen was delighted when he heard this. If they could avoid the calamity of warfare, who would not want that?
Yao Tianjun immediately accepted the order. Within the Soul Falling Formation, he built a platform of yellow earth. On it, he placed an incense table, and before the table stood a straw man with the two characters "Jiang Shang" written in ink across its chest. Three lamps were lit above its head, and seven lamps were arranged beneath its feet—the upper three