The grand formation built from the combined strength of the immortals and Shen Yunmai's wisdom had stabilized. At least it could hold for a while.
As long as Snow Ji found the formation eye during that time, everything would be fine.
Perhaps because they had relaxed a little, the immortals suddenly felt less exhausted. Even the distant sun, pressed down to the ground by the sword formation, looked much fresher.
A fresher version of the setting sun was naturally the rising sun, which happened to bear out what Shen Yunmai had said.
Liu S sui took Immortal Ni's place, Que Niang directed the formation, and Yuan Qu stood ready to relieve Su Ziye and seize Chen Ya's remnant body at any moment. Yushan, of course, could only remain by the cliff.
If something really went wrong, Big One could still keep her alive.
She crouched obediently beside the wheelchair, watching the distant rising sun. Finally relaxing a little, she looked up at Jing Jiu, only to discover something unusual about his condition.
Jing Jiu's expression was somewhat grave.
"Martial Uncle, are you all right?" she asked worriedly.
Jing Jiu said, "I still haven't worked it out clearly."
Yushan asked, somewhat bewildered, "Worked what out?"
"If that is a warship, its mass and volume are somewhat out of proportion."
After saying this, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Only when knowledge was needed did one regret having read too little.
He had not learned the Heaven-Bearing Sword well.
"There's no problem. As long as we can destroy that warship, we can definitely break this damned formation!" Shen Yunmai's voice rang out behind them.
Jing Jiu said nothing, his gaze reaching into the depths of the universe.
Some possibilities suddenly occurred to him, and he called, "Shen Yunmai."
The robot clattered over. "What is