After that vast starlight descended into the formation, the entire grand formation trembled. As the radiance slowly dispersed, Zhang Yu emerged from within. He wore a jade-colored Daoist robe, the light in his eyes flowing like a galaxy, while jade mist and starlight danced ceaselessly around him.
Old Daoist Lin glanced at him, and his heart grew still more guarded. He remembered that this was the very man who, during their last exchange of messages, had nearly caused his projected form to collapse. Moreover, with his present cultivation, he could not fathom this man's depth at all. If Daoist Wei's Dao techniques were profound and unfathomable, then this man was elusive and unpredictable, like gazing upon the mystery of the Dao.
Yet no matter what, the other party had already entered his formation. Dealing with him would actually be easier now. But at present, King Xi was the foremost opponent; everything else could wait.
Without revealing anything, he closed the formation gate and gave Zhang Yu a Daoist salute. "Fellow Daoist, please come with me. King Xi's reserve forces may arrive at any moment. We do not have much time to waste."
Zhang Yu asked, "I have a question. Since Elder Lin is within the formation, have you seen any of the creatures from King Xi's Myriad Spirits Office?"
Old Daoist Lin shook his head, a trace of gravity appearing on his face. "Not yet. I suspect King Xi has kept them at his side and is unwilling to release them first."
Zhang Yu considered this briefly. He felt this was unlikely. According to Zhu Zonghu, no one knew how many creatures were in the Myriad Spirits Office, but since it bore the name "Myriad," their numbers could not be small. During the last campaign alone, twelve had been deployed