Han Yue formed a hand seal with one hand, and the patterns on his formation robe blazed madly. The earth beneath his feet split open in an instant, and countless formation patterns surged out from the cracks.
"Qimen! Immortal Soldier Formation... rise!"
Dense ranks of soldier figurines rose from the ground, each possessing combat strength no weaker than a Spirit Transformation cultivator, arrayed into formation.
Thousands of troops and ten thousand horses.
They charged at Dugu Xiu and the others.
Of course, against Dao Integration mighty figures and Great Vehicle Supremes, they were not enough to look at, but they could delay their steps and pace. Usually, they were only used to cut off the road while withdrawing.
Lin Tiancheng shattered over a thousand soldier figurines with one punch, but even more surged up from behind.
"Hmph! Petty tricks, and you think you can flee from our hands with this?!"
Lin Wenyue gave a cold snort, and his aura erupted with a boom.
"I was born a man of the mountains, bearing a sword for the common people."
"This sword opens the heavens, severs the moon, parts the rivers, shatters the stars..."
He drew his sword and swept it sideways, and heaven and earth changed color.
The soldier formation collapsed like earth crumbling and tiles breaking, the scene comparable to one sword standing across a million troops.
Han Yue's pupils shrank, and he said in shock and uncertainty, wasn't this Lin Ziqing's heaven-opening, mountain-severing art?
This damned Changlin Clan had indeed received Lin Ziqing's teachings. If things went wrong, this Lin Ziqing really was someone from the Old Lin Family.
Good, very good. No wonder the Heavenly Profound Continent had never been able to uncover Lin Ziqing's background. So that was how it was.
"Good, good, good. This Venerable will