The seventeen Da Luo True Realm cultivators behind him also revealed greedy expressions at his words.
They had stood guard here for over ten thousand years, all for this moment.
Within the dark currents of Chaos in the distance.
Hongchu trembled with rage.
"That old bastard is utterly shameless!"
He wished he could charge out right now and kill the filth-spewing Cold River True Lord with a bolt of lightning.
"Don't act rashly." Cang Xuan held him back.
"There are eighteen of them, joined in a formation. If we rush in recklessly, not only will we fail to save Fellow Daoist Taichu, we'll throw our own lives away too."
"Then what do we do?" Hongchu demanded anxiously. "Just watch?"
Zhou Ming's gaze had never left the Cold River Dao-Locking Array.
He studied the eighteen formation nodes formed from cold qi, watching the constantly circulating Nine Netherworlds Cold Fiend freeze Taichu's primordial qi bit by bit.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"This formation has a weakness."
Hongchu and Cang Xuan perked up.
"What weakness?"
"The formation eye is on Cold River True Lord," Zhou Ming said. "But the other seventeen are the ones keeping the formation running."
"Cold River True Lord is merely a conduit, gathering the power of those seventeen together, then amplifying it through the staff in his hand and feeding it into the formation's core."
"It's like a lever."
"As long as we can simultaneously sever the links between those seventeen nodes and Cold River True Lord..."
"This grand formation will collapse without us having to attack it."
After hearing Zhou Ming's analysis, Cang Xuan's eyes lit up as well.
"Break the whole by striking its points."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou means that the three of us should launch a sneak attack from behind, each taking