The man beside Tang Jing, having adapted to the flying wheels' attacks, said with a grim face and fury, "Everyone, find an opening to break their momentum and charge forward. We can't keep being restrained like this—we'll be worn to death!"
Seeing the flying wheels scatter and gather again in an endless stream, he instinctively assumed this was an Entrapment Array masquerading as a killing formation, but truly meant to wear them down.
The others, seeing that the flying wheels still employed only this single form of attack and no new variations emerged, developed the same thought.
Though Tang Jing vaguely sensed a measure of unease, she could not make out any new clue or change.
Because of the Hai Mountain Sword Sect's outstanding performance, Lu Feng held back from intervening after seeing how deftly they used soft momentum to dissolve the flying wheels' attacks. With him deliberately concealing its many transformations, so long as they could adapt to that form of attack, they could regard this formation as a consumption-type Entrapment Array.
But when he saw the man beside Tang Jing charge forward somewhat rashly, Lu Feng's expression changed at once.
By the time he tried to save him, it was already too late.
Just as before, the man leading the charge swept out a gentle sword force at the incoming flying wheel, intending to carry and guide it toward his rear flank. Yet at the instant he swung his sword and the soft force reached its edge, the flying wheel, which had still been some distance away, suddenly accelerated and passed through the sword force he had subsequently slashed out.
The sight scared everyone half to death.
"Senior brother Wang, watch out!" The young man beside him shouted. In his urgency, he disregarded the area he had been