"It seems that attacks from a single element don't have much effect on Dongfang. We'll have to send in the immortal army." Jin Shique's expression was grim. Hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers were surging toward them. In a formation like this, the few Golden Immortals among them were mainly there to command the army and steady its morale. Judging from Lu Xiaotian's control over the formation, even if he and Palace Master Hanli attacked personally, they would have little effect—and might even end up injured by Lu Xiaotian.
"There's no other choice." Palace Master Hanli nodded. The more astonishing Lu Xiaotian's performance, the more regretful she felt. What he had shown wasn't his own strength, of course. She and Jin Shique could only surmise that Lu Xiaotian was drawing on the formation's power and some treasure capable of absorbing lightning, which had swallowed up the bolts of lightning fired by the Black Tortoise Puppet Beast. Still, being able to control such a vast formation to this extent was no feat an ordinary person could manage.
Since the first two methods had failed, all they could do now was take turns attacking the formation with different methods. As long as they could pry open even the smallest gap, what followed would be much easier.
At Jin Shique's command, the hundred or so immortal warships that had been arranged in a line changed formation and circled around to the rear. More ships then sailed forward, and rocks of every size and shade of deep brown floated up from the decks.
The rocks formed one deep-brown vortex after another. On each warship, several people in ochre robes waved their staffs. More than a dozen streaks of immortal essence and spiritual light shot into the vortices. A moment later, a series of roars