Besieging Hidden Sword Tower

Master Lu's eyes were half-closed as he sensed Purple Lightning Green Lightning approaching in a menacing rush. He let go of every distracting thought and entered a state of utter clarity.

At this moment, he forgot whether Gao Lan would manage to intercept True Vacuum Dharma King, and forgot that no one was keeping "Demon Master" Han Guang occupied. All he could see was the Great Khan of the Grasslands, Guerduo, and the Heaven Punishing Axe in his hands.

Daoist Chong He, positioned on the other side to form a pincer, rather envied Master Lu this. Though his own state had climbed to its peak and he stood ready to strike, other thoughts still flickered through his mind, and he worried about the other battlefields.

The strategy this time was to concentrate superior forces at key points and wage a lightning-fast battle. If Kong Wen, Cui Qinghe, and Yun He could quickly deal with Blood Sea Rakshasa, they would surely have time to return and stop the Demon Master's destruction or other schemes. Even if the Demon Race intervened, their forces were concentrated, so they would not be routed. And with the battlefield fixed, Great Jin's top sects and aristocratic clans could bring their quasi-Dharma Body forces to bear and create a balance of power—perhaps even gain a slight advantage. But there were two major concerns: first, Gao Lan's intentions remained inscrutable. Would he stand by and do nothing? Second, would "Demon Master" Han Guang target the Time Saber first, or join this battle...

Chong He suddenly let out a long sigh. How could one calculate every twist and turn in the world? Take Hidden Sword Tower, for instance. If it were easily breached, that would shock the other top aristocratic clans and sects. The fence-sitters would turn toward the