The auras of the thirteen cultivators merged together. Gang Qi flickered outward, linking wall to wall. Of course, there were still many flaws within; it was far from seamless unity. But while moving at high speed, it was more or less enough for protection.
The starting point had not been far from where that unlucky cultivator had died. They quickly rolled past it. By now, what raged behind them was no longer sword light and blade Qi tangling through empty space, but crashing waves and blizzards colliding head-on. This showed that the sword formation and Blade Ant formation had entered the stage of direct slaughter.
Their shift happened to avoid the sharpest edge of the clash.
Setting everything else aside, that single maneuver won Jiu Yan's command the approval of most of them.
His timing was flawless, his mobilization effective—especially that marvelous method of command...
Suddenly, someone let out a low cry. Within the formation, already linked into a whole, a person had appeared out of thin air. He looked dazed and muddled, unable to tell east from west, but judging by his face and aura, he was clearly the unlucky cultivator who had just been twisted into bloody pulp.
The sudden change was too abrupt, and a low commotion ran through the formation. At that moment, Jiu Yan's second command drove into their hearts through sword intent:
"Turn left!"
A strange force spread out from their hearts, making the cultivators instinctively follow Jiu Yan's command. Person carrying formation, the entire formation turned left. That cultivator, who clearly had yet to recover his senses, was swept into the formation and carried away in one go.
Ahead and to the side, a section of Sword Discussion Pavilion's sword formation happened to thrust forward. Sword Qi soared into the heavens, intending to