The trap Ling Tian had set this time covered a vast area, so it took quite a while to finish. After completing the formation, he set up an illusion restriction as well. This made the damaged section look much like the surrounding area, which would undoubtedly fool some people.
After finishing, Ling Tian returned to Zi Yun and the others. Their spiritual energy had recovered by then, and after chatting for a while, the three of them headed for the front line.
"Eheehee, Brother Tian, the Nether Soldiers suddenly retreated. Isn't that strange?" When she saw Ling Tian approach, Lian Yue laughed and threw herself into his arms.
"The damaged section of this Small World has been completely sealed off from the outside. Once the Nether Soldiers stopped receiving orders, they naturally reverted to their instincts." Ling Tian pondered briefly and understood the reason. Then he called out, "Everyone, retreat to the Defense Formation we set up earlier. You've all worked yourselves to the bone dealing with this trouble. It's time to get some proper rest."
"Haha, this is certainly worth celebrating!" Long Xing said, looking around at the others. "Fellow Daoists, don't you agree?"
"Of course. We can finally put our minds at ease, so we should have a good drink!" Xing Zhan and the others immediately chimed in.
"Fine, fine! Let's drink. Who's afraid of whom?" Now that the trouble had been dealt with, Ling Tian was in a good mood. He turned to Bu Wen. "Martial Ancestor Uncle, form a battle formation and escort everyone back."
Bu Wen and the others had no objections to Ling Tian's arrangements. Escorted by the Arhat Formation, everyone headed for the Defense Formation they had set up earlier. The crowd was in high spirits, each of them looking ready to challenge