The battle in the Western Territory camp had descended into utter chaos.
The Artifact Spirit had joined the fray. Its tiny body wielded the Heavenly Saber, throwing the entire battlefield into turmoil.
Yin Mang and the others were fighting Yan Er and his side. With Chen Xixi and Su Xiaoxiao, that pair of troublemakers, constantly interfering, Yan Er's side had been dragged down a peg in sheer fighting strength.
Below, the Six Paths Fortress had been bombarding the camp for nearly half an hour. The place was unrecognizable now, reduced to ruin. Broken walls and shattered buildings surrounded them; every trace of what had once stood there had long since been blown to dust.
Many Faceless Ones had already been blasted into yielding rules, and the Artifact Spirit was itching to get its hands on them.
But the phantom above showed no sign of stopping, and the Artifact Spirit simply couldn't spare a moment.
It was anxious, but Yin Mang was even more so. No one knew how long Hanyu could hold out. Time remained an extravagant luxury for them.
"Was that bald guy from back then someone you knew?"
Out of the blue, Yin Mang recalled something and hurriedly asked.
He hadn't been there in person that day, but he'd seen everything clearly through the millstone from inside the small world. That bald man seemed to have had some history with Hanyu.
Some history? Hell, they were on the same side.
The Artifact Spirit quickly replied, "He's one of ours."
Yin Mang's eyes lit up. He almost laughed aloud.
"He didn't quite die. His soul took over the formation above us. Try calling out to him. See if he can control the formation and block the millstone for a while."
The Artifact Spirit was utterly baffled. Yixian hadn't quite