"The cultivator whose swordsmanship had reached the divine realm was no worse than this old man in formations—in fact, he was probably better." The wild-haired old man whose face was hidden behind his hair dodged an attack from a white-bone whip. Seeing the place where Lu Xiaotian had broken out of the formation, he looked deep in thought. Only after a moment did he speak. "I can't see through the mystery here in such a short time, but imitating the gourd to draw the gourd, following the way that sword cultivator just broke the formation, shouldn't be difficult."
"How do we do it?" Jie Du, the leader of the Flame Wolf Demons, and the old woman with the phoenix-headed staff asked in unison.
"We'll put all our strength into severing one python head, then use the sword cultivator's method to break through that black light screen. It's just that among us fellow cultivators, not one has that sword cultivator's ability. So even if we break the formation, we'll inevitably have to make sacrifices. By my estimate, it'll already be fortunate if half of us can barely escape. The rest will have to block one or two attacks for us without knowing what's going on."
"This..." Jie Du and the old woman with the phoenix-headed staff were both startled to hear this. In the end, however, neither was a good-hearted soul. After hearing the formation master's transmission, they immediately made their decisions. The numbers were easy enough to divide as well: half of each side would get out, while the rest were destined to be buried in the black ocean.
There were still sixteen or seventeen experts of the Spirit Severing realm left. Jie Du and the old woman with the phoenix-headed staff each gave orders, directing their fellow travelers to