They All Belong to Master (Seeking Monthly Votes)

High above the oasis, Zhang Taichu watched the two False Core cultivators hesitate, clearly still unable to tell which of the eight Crimson Flame Fox phantoms was the true body. In the end, each of them simply picked one at random to pursue.

This made him even angrier.

These were False Core cultivators the family had spared no effort to nurture, the ones they had counted on to turn the tide at the final moment.

Yet they were so wishy-washy that they could not even make a decision!

Fury and helplessness filled his face. He abruptly raised the bronze mirror artifact in his hand and shone it at Ye Jingcheng. Having bought himself an instant, spiritual light surged into his eyes once more.

He looked toward the eight fox phantoms as well.

"Not this one!"

"Not this one!"

He said it three times in a row!

On the fourth, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Sure enough, he saw through the deception.

"The true body has gone to the central formation base—go!" Zhang Taichu roared.

Yet in the moment he was distracted, Ye Jingcheng's Gold Glaze Sword slashed toward him as well. The bronze mirror's immobilizing divine light was formidable, but against a cultivator of the same rank, holding someone still for even an instant was already excellent—much less when Ye Jingcheng was also a body cultivator.

Zhang Taichu could only hastily command the yellow dragon phantom.

But this yellow dragon phantom was not the formation's primary spirit phantom.

The shattered spiritual barrier had even affected it somewhat. With a thunderous boom, beneath the blazing golden radiance of the Gold Glaze Sword, it instantly dissolved into drifting spiritual light.

The Gold Glaze Sword tore through the air once more.

It had nearly broken through Zhang Taichu's defensive artifact.

But before