At the same time that Tong Lu was clashing with Qiong Rou, Gong Yu, Lei Heng, and the others led their people in an assault. Though they were somewhat surprised by the Arrow Formation's power, they had no intention of stopping. Protected by divine artifacts, they weren't too worried and continued advancing steadily.
After half an incense stick had burned, Gong Yu and the others were only a little over three hundred zhang from the grand formation. Soon they would be able to use their Daoist arts and Sword Flight Technique to attack. If that happened, the Arrow Formation led by Li Huo would undoubtedly be subjected to a merciless barrage.
Realizing this as well, Ling Tian promptly gave the order. "Brother Li Huo, that's enough. Fall back inside the grand formation."
Li Huo had been waiting for this order. Without hesitation, he led the three hundred cultivators into the grand formation.
Seeing that everyone had entered, Ling Tian smiled faintly and stepped inside as well. He looked at Old Man Ling and Grandpa Zi Yun. "Elder Ling, Grandpa Zi Yun, it's up to you now. Brother Qiong, the rest of you—start putting on a show."
Old Man Ling and Zi Yun nodded and exchanged a glance. Their hands flashed through a series of seals, sending out one spell after another. The seals then melted into the void and vanished. Qiong Lie, meanwhile, gave the others a meaningful look. They immediately understood and shouted in unison, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
Hundreds of people shouted together, their voices soaring into the sky—tragic, rousing, and brimming with fighting spirit. They looked ready to face death without flinching.
"Uh, Brother Qiong and the others are really going overboard, aren't they? They're putting on too much of a show." Blood