Ever since Ren arrived in the Primordial World, he had not forgotten the Zhu Xian Formation Diagram. By linking it to the Four Zhu Xian Swords, he had uncovered countless secrets and gradually perfected the Emperor Weapon. With a wealth of materials, he had kept improving it. Now the diagram was ready to establish the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.
Ren's assurance left Yang Jian and the others excited and expectant.
Xiangliu felt the same. He clapped Ren on the shoulder. "If it can counter the formation inside Spirit Mountain, we have nothing to worry about!"
Ren nodded, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness and killing intent. "Then let's head to Spirit Mountain in secret and destroy Buddhism's stronghold!"
He stared at the Buddhists fighting in the distance, murderous intent pouring from him.
Before long, the group slipped away from the battlefield, filled with killing intent and Battle Intent.
The fighting had descended into chaos. With Fiendish Qi everywhere, it was almost impossible to notice their departure.
Even the Great Powers who had been watching Ren were now drawn to Ruthless and the others' battles.
Ren left without a sound, placing Wen Zhong in charge of the fighting before he went. He and his companions took no troops with them.
The armies were locked in combat. Pulling any of them out so abruptly would be easy to spot.
And what Ren intended to do had to remain secret. Being discovered would ruin it.
The small group rode auspicious clouds toward Western Spirit Mountain in secret.
Without an army behind them, though, they looked rather thin on the ground.
As they flew, Ren said, "The few of us alone can't destroy Spirit Mountain. If any of you have troops that haven't gone to the battlefield, send them over as soon as possible."