United Strike!

Deep within the Soul-Losing Whirlpool, gray mist lay thick as ink, undercurrents surged soundlessly, and only nine dim formation-eye glimmers flickered in and out of view through the fog, outlining a sinister killing formation that blanketed several hundred zhang.

At the formation's edge, nine Ye Family "Shadow Guards" hid in reef shadows or beneath the water, their auras fused with the formation itself. Like patient venomous snakes, they waited for their prey to step into the heart of the trap.

Elder Lang Li, the Soul Envoy, and Ye Qingfeng stood near the formation's center in a triangular formation, each gathering a deadly move.

Elder Lang Li's chest rose and fell faintly, a low rumble issuing from his throat, as though it came from an ancient wolf pack;

The Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts Diagram before the Soul Envoy had fully unfurled, yin winds coiling around it as countless ghostly shadows within seemed poised to struggle free;

Ye Qingfeng held the main formation flag, his eyes closed as he sensed every corner of the formation, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Their divine senses, along with the formation's perception, were firmly locked onto Lu Chen's false body deep in the mist—"fleeing in panic," with an "erratic aura."

"The target has entered the formation's core. His aura continues to weaken!" a Shadow Guard transmitted through the formation.

"Good! Elder Lang Li, prepare the sound attack! Lord Soul Envoy, use the ghost diagram to seal his retreat! I'm activating the Nine Sons Soul-Chasing Death Formation!" A sharp glint flashed through Ye Qingfeng's eyes as he fiercely shook the main formation flag!

"Nine sons linked, souls pursued and lives claimed! Activate!"

Buzz—!

The dim lights at the nine formation eyes flared brilliantly, connecting with one another and instantly forming nine pitch-black phantom chains