Old Man Ling and Zi Yun weren't just setting up formations and barriers to reinforce their position. Their task was even more important than Ling Tian and the others'—they had to construct a formation that could absorb enemy attacks and turn that energy back on the attackers. If they succeeded, it would unleash an attack even more terrifying than Ling Tian's Three Consecutive Arrow Strikes, one certain to deal a fatal blow to Qiong Lie and the others.
Of course, this formation was enormous. Even with Old Man Ling and Zi Yun deploying all their clones, it would still take quite a while. By their estimate, they needed at least another half hour to finish it.
At this, Qiong Lie and the others grew more solemn. Expecting twenty or thirty people to hold back tens of thousands was nothing but a fool's dream. Even if they formed an Arrow Formation, they still felt tremendous pressure.
"I hope it goes as you say, kid. Seeing you here should make Qiong Lie and the others let their guard down a little," Zi Ling said. Then he changed the subject. "But let's not talk about anything else. We need to focus on dealing with these waves of rats and scorpions. We should wipe them out before the enemy arrives."
"The rats and such aren't hard to handle. Those crows are the real problem." Mo Lei looked at the Nine Nether Soul Crows cawing wildly off to the side, her face full of disgust. She turned to Ling Tian. "Uncle, your archery is the best. Leave the crows to you."
"The Whistling Arrow Brother Wen Jian gave me is the best way to deal with these Nine Nether Soul Crows," Ling Tian said. As he spoke, one arrow after another shot out, their sharp