Facing Niu Youdao's forceful breakout with the power of the Heaven Sword Talisman, the five old men constantly shifted and adjusted their formation to trap him, while hundreds of arriving cultivators joined the encirclement and interception.
Niu Youdao had been willing to run across the ground on his legs precisely for this moment. Once all the pursuing cultivators had landed, he suddenly shot into the air again.
The instant he rose into the air, he hurled out the seventh Heaven Sword Talisman, bombarding the ground below in a wild barrage to suppress those below from giving chase—or at least slow the pursuers' killing advance.
Faced with twelve violent sword-force phantoms crashing down, the pursuing cultivators scattered to dodge.
Every attack unleashed twelve sword-force phantoms that all exploded at once, as though they cost nothing. Using Heaven Sword Talismans this way was extravagance taken to an outrageous extreme. Many were shaken. Just how many Heaven Sword Talismans had Niu Youdao brought with him?
Amid the earth and rocks churning wildly and the thunderous roar of dust clouds rolling in chaos, a group of figures burst out and resumed their pursuit.
The lakeshore ahead was now in sight. Niu Youdao came down with one foot on a soldier's head, kicked off, and flew up again, shooting toward the rippling blue waters of Horn Lake.
When he looked back, the group was chasing after him again. Yet that brief gap in time was already enough that they could no longer stop Niu Youdao from slipping into the lake.
Seeing that reaching the lake was no longer a problem, Niu Youdao had barely breathed a sigh of relief when the massive force gathered along the shore also cast aside its concerns. They fired arrows toward the lake without needing to worry about injuring their