"Exactly!" Fu Yong nodded heavily.
"If that's the case, what are we waiting for? Senior Xiang, you take care of the Ice-Soul Ghost Corpse. Qingcheng and I will deal with the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord." Lu Xiaotian raised an eyebrow. Never mind whether this grand formation really was aimed at the fabled Emperor's Golden Sword. Since the other side had deployed such a formation, they were certainly plotting something. He couldn't just stand by and let the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord do as he pleased.
"Order the armies of the various immortal dynasties to prioritize wiping out the ghost army. Any forces left over should attack the ghost formation."
As soon as Lu Xiaotian finished speaking, he and Xiang Qingcheng drifted toward the enormous, rolling bone wheels. Xiang Huaxin also relayed Lu Xiaotian's words to Xiang Huaxin from earlier. Then he, too, disappeared into the undulating bone wheels, in pursuit of the Ice-Soul Ghost Corpse. In Xiang Huaxin's eyes, as long as he didn't face the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord or Luo Zhongting directly, other threats were relatively manageable.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The eighteen golden men formed a Qi-shaped formation in the air and charged furiously toward the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. The vast white-bone wheels rolled in an endless expanse across the mountains and through the sky. In both scale and might, they surpassed the Ten-Directions Kalachakra Formation deployed by one branch of the ghost race outside Moonwatch City by more than a single tier. The two formations simply couldn't be compared.
"This grand formation is exceptionally balanced and spread over a vast area. It has no core to speak of. Destroying one or two points, or even several, would be no more than a drop in the bucket against the formation as it stands. What's more, the formation