Sixteen-Character Mantra

Qi Mingqian stood behind Qu Wuxian with his eyes closed, his hands hovering in the air. Soul Power at his fingertips transformed into countless threads that extended into every corner of the city wall.

His chess-path soul skill could precisely predict opponents' movement paths and the timing of their skills in team battles. Through the Soul Power threads, he relayed the information to Qu Wuxian, who then synchronized it to everyone through the sound of his zither.

The instant the opposing defense-type Soul Masters raised their shields, Huzi's wind blades slipped through, embedding themselves precisely into their joints and ligaments. The moment Huzi's strength gave out, Ji Qingya's blade light filled the gap in front of him.

This was not a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. It was something even harder to replicate than one.

The people of a city entrusted their backs to their neighbors and their lives to those around them. They needed no contracts or rituals, because they had always been one whole.

Cold sweat finally beaded on Magic Bear's forehead.

He had fought team battles before, but he had never encountered anything like this. His elite formation of eight hundred men was steadily being forced back by fewer than two hundred scattered Rogue Cultivators. It was not because they were weaker, but because he simply could not make sense of it.

Spirit Hall fought like a proper army: frontal suppression, overwhelming firepower, chained control. Canghai City, meanwhile, fought with the flexibility of seawater.

When you punched into it, it scattered, making victory seem within your grasp—only to surge back from every direction.

When the enemy advanced, they retreated. When the enemy halted, they harassed. When the enemy tired, they attacked. When the enemy retreated, they pursued.

What unsettled him even more was that the young man in