"Here, take your returns."
The moment Lin Yuan said this, Lü Yue's face turned another shade greener.
This time, it really wasn't just his naturally green complexion.
Far too much plague aura was surging back from every direction.
West Qi's army of hundreds of thousands, its battle formations, pills, Plague-Cleansing Talismans, and blessed virtue pure aura had all tangled with this plague aura. Now that Yun Zhongzi's Plague-Cleansing Formation was forcibly pushing it back along its links to its origin, the five plagues aura that originally belonged to Lü Yue had become an utter jumble.
When the first surge came rushing back, Lü Yue could still suppress it.
But the second and third crashed into the plague cloud right behind it, and the magical power inside him began to churn noticeably.
Zhou Xin, Li Qi, Zhu Tianlin, and Yang Wenhui were in even worse shape.
Their cultivation was lower than Lü Yue's to begin with, and they had released less plague aura. But once the Five Plagues Formation linked all five of their energies together, the returning flow was likewise distributed among them through the formation.
Zhou Xin's face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Master, this old Daoist's a sneaky one!"
Lü Yue was doing everything he could to suppress the plague. Hearing that, he nearly laughed in exasperation.
"He set up his formation right in front of you, and you call that sneaky?"
That shut Zhou Xin up.
On the other side, Yun Zhongzi had fully activated the Plague-Cleansing Formation.
Pale white, purifying light rose continuously from West Qi's camp. Wisps of plague aura were scooped out as though by an invisible net, gathering high in the sky along the karmic links to their origin.
Yun Zhongzi looked toward Lin Yuan.
Their gazes met across the vast plague