Yang Zhengshan looked up at the sheer cliff, pondered for a moment, then said, "All of you move aside a little. I'll give it a try!"
Hearing this, Yunxiao and the other two all retreated more than ten zhang.
Yang Zhengshan pinched out a spell art, and in an instant, a large number of tiny vines grew beneath his feet.
The vines flowed over the rocks like water, climbed up the mountain wall, and searched for any possible flaws in the formation.
Yang Zhengshan could sense where that obscure aura was leaking from, but he could not sense its exact location, so he could only use this seemingly clumsy method to search for the flaw.
Just as he had expected, his vines soon found a crack—a one-foot-long crack, but only half an inch wide. This should have been a problem with the formation's restrictions, which had caused a flaw to appear in the formation barrier.
A crack like this could not be discovered with Spiritual Sense alone. On the contrary, this clumsy method worked best.
Densely packed vines entered the crack like threads of hemp, but Yang Zhengshan still could not use his Spiritual Sense to perceive the situation inside the formation.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The crack had been found, but how should he break the formation?
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to break the formation from the inside.
Under his control, the tiny vines continuously poured into the formation through the crack, then kept growing, constantly intertwining into a thick rope.
He roughly estimated the general position and controlled the rope to smash fiercely toward the nearest Spirit Pine.
Once, twice, three times...
The Spirit Pine began to shake.
"Yunxiao, attack that Spirit Pine!" he said in a deep voice.
Breaking the formation like this would