The three figures withdrew from the great hall of the Imperial City, but did not go far.
Instead, they silently circled the towering Imperial City.
Each of them held several unremarkable black pebbles.
At every corner of the walls, they pressed a pebble into the ground.
Once the pebbles entered the earth, not a trace remained.
But the black-robed man finally lost patience and asked skeptically, "Can these lousy rocks really do anything?"
At his words.
The old man glanced sideways at him, expressionless. "If you hadn't run your mouth in the hall just now, why would we have to devise another plan?"
"Uh..."
The old man sighed helplessly and continued, "This formation came from the ruins of the Donghua Sect. Though incomplete, it is still overwhelmingly powerful. Once it takes shape, whatever ghosts and monsters we're dealing with, so long as they're still in the Tower-Climbing Realm, they'll instantly fall into a daze. The only difference is how long it lasts."
"Then one of us will make the move, while you and I provide support. Even a few breaths will be enough to capture those two right under that old Daoist's nose..."
After hearing this explanation.
The black-robed man sheepishly twisted his mouth, knowing he was in the wrong.
He dared not say anything more.
Roughly a few incense sticks' worth of time passed.
The three gathered again.
A sinister gleam flashed through the old man's eyes. "That should do it. Which of you two will make the move?"
"Heh heh..."
The black-robed man let out a strange laugh and volunteered without hesitation. "Me, of course..."
Before he could finish.
The other man, who had remained silent for a long time, said in a low voice, "I'll go."
The black-robed man looked over in surprise.
The man curled his