Aboard the flying boat.
Zhou Tu had already spotted Yang Zhengshan's figure, and he grinned with a ferocious expression. "There! There! Hurry, catch up!"
The flying boat they were riding was a Medium Flying Boat, roughly twelve or thirteen zhang long, its hull shaped like a shuttle and gleaming with a cold, hard luster. Its prow rose three feet high, inlaid with half of an eagle's beak cast in bronze, with faint golden streams of light seeming to wander across it.
As it flew, it dragged out a trail of flowing light several zhang long. From afar, it looked like a metal goshawk sweeping through the air, casting an icy silhouette between the gaps in the clouds.
Xu Mingzhu also saw Yang Zhengshan's figure. Unlike Zhou Tu, he was not so impatient; instead, his eyes narrowed, both sharp as an eagle's.
"Master Zhou, I'll have to trouble you this time!"
He said this to a white-haired Foundation Establishment Cultivator beside him.
Master Zhou stroked his graying beard, a warm smile on his face. "Hall Master Xu, rest assured. This old man's Formation is already prepared and can be activated at any time."
Xu Mingzhu smiled and nodded. "As long as Master Zhou's Formation can isolate the Void, this man is doomed to disaster with no escape!"
He knew about Yang Zhengshan's teleportation method, so he had naturally made preparations.
If he had no means to counter teleportation, he certainly would not act rashly.
As for how to counter teleportation, naturally it was by using a Formation to isolate the Void.
The teleportation—or rather, displacement arts—of Immortal Cultivators mostly carried out spatial displacement through the Void, and once the Void was isolated, the majority of spatial displacement abilities would fail.
In order to prevent Yang Zhengshan from escaping from his hands