I Have No Ill Intent
As Xuan Chen made his conjecture, Bi Fan's face took on a thoughtful expression.
In fact, at that moment, Elder Sword Senior and Xuan Chen weren't the only ones thinking.
Bi Fan was thinking too.
And now, Bi Fan already knew what Xuan Chen wanted to tell him.
The light in his dark eyes grew brighter and brighter.
When Xuan Chen fell silent once more,
Bi Fan, who had been listening intently with a solemn expression and saying nothing, finally spoke.
"Elder Sword Senior, Xuan Chen, if I'm not mistaken, you mean I need to find a way to cut off the illusion formation's source of nourishment—in other words, sever the blood river."
"To completely separate the illusion formation from the blood river."
After Bi Fan finished speaking, an approving expression instantly appeared on Elder Sword Senior's face.
He nodded in satisfaction, then looked ahead.
At that moment, Elder Sword Senior's gaze, though he was in a soul state, suddenly turned razor-sharp.
The illusions within the formation no longer affected him at all.
That single glance seemed to pierce space, pass through layer upon layer of obstructions, and see the truth.
In an instant, Elder Sword Senior spotted Qu Heng.
Qu Heng was still inside the cocoon of spiritual energy.
Soul Power surged wildly.
The Integrated Body was gradually taking shape.
Before, it had only been an arm and a hand.
But now, the Integrated Body had two arms and two hands.
After taking a look at the situation outside and confirming that it was still within the range he could control, Elder Sword Senior withdrew his gaze and spoke to Bi Fan again. "Bi Fan, beneath the illusion formation, everything is false."
"I just used a method to measure the formation's approximate range."
"When