Ling Tian and the others had used every trick in the book and finally managed to fool Yun Fan and his group. After the people from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff left, Ling Tian continued setting up the formation. He had misjudged the power of Ten Thousand Swords Cliff's sword formation, so he needed to expand the formation's range. That would undoubtedly take more time. Still, Ling Tian trusted Zi Tiandu, and besides, he had other plans. He was confident he had plenty of time to finish the formation.
Leaving Ling Tian to set up the formation without pause, let's turn to Yun Fan and the others. Realizing they had been "tricked," they rushed angrily toward the battlefield.
Mist blanketed the arena, but Yun Fan's sword formation was fully focused on defense, so they didn't worry about Ling Lin and the others ambushing them. They flew at full speed and soon met up with Shi Yi and the rest.
"Brother Yun, how did it go? Did you find Ling Tian?" Linghu Han asked as he attacked.
"No. We only found a few of Ling Tian's illusions, and those formations were the most ordinary kind. We've already destroyed them." Yun Fan shook his head. He looked across at the other side, his face clouded with confusion. "Zi Tiandu and the others are all here, but where are Ling Tian and his group?"
"Illusions? Did they have Ling Tian's soul aura?" Shi Yi asked. When Yun Fan nodded, he looked as though his suspicions had been confirmed. "Ling Tian's best at these little tricks. Three of his clones are over there, but where are his other three?"
"Could they be behind us?" Yu Mo guessed. Seeing how Zi Tiandu and the others were doing everything they could to hold them back, he became