Next, the Ghost God Sword laid out a simple arrangement. It was actually a very ordinary pattern of searching, rendezvousing, and searching again, much like a fishing net cast out continuously and reeled back in—in other words, "hunting and slaughtering while investigating." Because every party possessed formidable strength, their autonomy was much higher than that of the group trailing behind. Such a loose method was even more suitable.
The Ghost God Sword made no further sub-assignments. Therefore, when the cultivators were cast out into the field, they naturally formed cliques.
The Dongyang Orthodox Sect had over a dozen people moving imposingly, boasting the greatest momentum.
Next came Yu Ci's group of six.
Lei Tonghao was of an unknown mind. Instead of choosing the route belonging to True Man Dao Hua of the Eight Sceneries Palace, he joined up with two rogue cultivator True Persons instead.
As for the Ghost God Sword, True Man Dao Hua, and the Sage Wisdom Walker, their skills were high and their guts large; the three of them split up directly, each taking their own path.
Thus the forces formed six routes, creating a fan shape and pushing forward. Calculated by the sensory limits of True Person cultivators, they could cover a radius of several thousand miles, but within the Rain Demon Cloud, divine soul perception was severely restricted, instantly shrinking this range by dozens of times.
Because of this, the first point of the "net's contraction" was set six hundred miles away. This was originally a distance that could be reached in a moment, yet the slowest of the six routes took a full hour. That happened to be the Dongyang Orthodox Sect's team, supposedly misled by heavenly demons and having lost their way by accident. Zhan Ji could not help but lose face.
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