Xu Linglong swept out her divine sense, trying to determine exactly how many people had come to surround her.
But this formation was strange, its patterns spread like stars in a net, wrapped in layer upon layer. The information her divine sense could uncover was extremely limited.
She did, however, discover that nearby Jiaxiang Town had been moved away outright.
As expected of a great sect's handiwork, they had even been softhearted enough to clear the area before making their move.
Xu Linglong looked down, staring straight at Chu Xingchen, and spoke to buy herself a little time:
"What a grand undertaking, Fellow Daoist Chu, bringing so many people to besiege a frail woman like me."
"You Demoness, you were plenty fierce in there just now. Didn't you say you were going to beat me to death? Or was that a pre-battle joke to make me laugh?" Chu Xingchen obligingly laughed twice, then said,
"I've played along with your joke. I hope you'll cooperate with my operation too. How about being good and dying?"
Xu Linglong answered playfully, "That won't do..."
Having said his piece, Chu Xingchen paid no attention to what Xu Linglong intended to say next and slashed with Myriad Forms.
The formation ritual shrouding the sky instantly thundered down, its overwhelming might sweeping forth as though to destroy heaven and earth.
An extremely dense barrage of energy swept toward her. With no room to maneuver, Xu Linglong wrapped herself in black currents and simply stood where she was, taking the wave head-on.
Over a dozen cultivators stood in every direction. After waiting for the formation's might to dissipate a little, they jointly formed a Sword Formation and swept toward Xu Linglong to cut her down.
Aside from cultivating, these cultivators spent most of their time studying their