It wasn't realistic for Lu Xuan to break the formation, but with Lu Xuan's current strength, he could still find the eye of the formation.
Now that he had the Spirit-gathering Formation as a reference, it was much easier for Lu Xuan to analyze it. He matched all the runes one by one, and soon, Lu Xuan determined three locations. These three locations were the most suitable for the eye of the formation. But large talisman formations often had fake eyes to confuse the enemy, so that they wouldn't be seen through at a glance.
If this was an ordinary formation, perhaps Lu Xuan would have to make a difficult choice. But this Spirit-gathering Formation was different. It was used by Saul to absorb soul power to recover his strength. The place where the most soul power was gathered must be the eye of the formation. Saul wouldn't be so generous as to let two-thirds of his soul power go to waste.
Lu Xuan pointed to a mountain in the southeast and said with certainty, "That must be where Saul will go."
"Okay, let's not waste time. Let's attack now!" Ye Wuheng made a prompt decision.
At that moment, a loud battle cry was suddenly heard from all directions. Lu Xuan and the others were able to see far away from where they stood, so they were able to see the situation at a glance.
Countless warriors appeared out of thin air, rushing toward the allied forces of the Alliance of Jiuhua and the Myriad Sharks Island. With the help of this powerful force, the Illusionary God Sect warriors, who had already been defeated, regained their footing.
The Jiuhua warriors were caught off guard by the frenzied onslaught of enemies. The line of defense they had painstakingly pushed out was once again pushed back. The battle they had just opened with the help of Lu Xuan and a few other powerhouses was once again plunged into a state of anxiety.
Ye Ruida narrowed his eyes. After taking a closer look, he slowly said, "They're from the Holy Temple of Eight Directions."
He had been hiding in the Sikong family for nearly twenty years and was very familiar with the Holy Temple of Eight Directions. He recognized them at a glance.
"What a good plan." Ye Wuheng suppressed the anger in her heart and said, "The Soul-gathering Formation has appeared. Saul knows that he will be found by us soon, but at this time, he sent people from the Holy Temple of Eight Corners to try to slow us down."
"This isn't a conspiracy. It's an overt plot. There's no solution." Ye Wenjun said, "Wuheng, make a decision. Attack or defend."
It was a difficult decision to make. Judging from the current state of the battle, many from the Holy Temple of Eight Corners had come, and it was likely that they had sent out all of their forces. As such, the Jiuhua Alliance and the Myriad Shark Isle coalition army's advantage over the Illusory God Sect was gone. Furthermore, there were also many from the Illusory God Sect who had gone berserk among the fighters from the Holy Temple of Eight Corners. Both sides were evenly matched.
But if they chose to help the Alliance of Saul and the Alliance of Saul and Holy temple, they chose to help, the Alliance of Saul and Saul, the Holy Temple's would have given Saul to let to them.
Ye Wuheng gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Is Sikong Qing here? Do you dare to come out for a talk?"
Ye Wuheng's voice kept echoing. Obviously, he still had a glimmer of hope that Sikong Qing could understand the situation, stop fighting, and join forces against Saul.
Unfortunately, there was no response except for the increasingly deafening battle cries. Ye Wuheng didn't believe that Sikong Qing didn't hear it. Either he wasn't there, or he didn't want to stop the negotiation.
"Father, we need to make a decision as soon as possible." Lu Xuan suddenly urged, "The soul power in the formation is moving. If I'm right … Saul has started."
Hearing this, Ye Wuheng made up her mind and said, "Let's go and kill Saul! As long as we kill Saul, even if we have to sacrifice thousands of our brothers, at least we can protect the Heavenly Sword Continent and the foundation of the Human Clan! "
Ye Guangjian nodded and said, "Wuheng, I support you. My ancestor was the Celestial Sovereign of the Human Clan. He took the responsibility of protecting the Human Clan. We, the younger generation, should carry on his great ambition!"
"Let's go!" Ye Wuheng said. He took the lead and rushed to the mountain where Saul was hiding. Before he left, he handed over the command of the battlefield to He Riyue of the Myriad Sharks Island. He didn't ask for any merits, but he did not ask for any. His priority was to protect the lives of his brothers. The result of this battle, no matter who won, would be a lose-lose situation.
The seven of them moved together, like seven swords coming out of the mountain, shooting toward Saul's hiding place.
In the face of this battle that would decide the fate of the Heavenly Sword Continent, the seven of them were as calm as an ancient well. There was no hesitation, no apprehension, no hesitation, no fear. It was as if they were just going to attend a banquet.
The closer they got to the mountain, the more clearly Lu Xuan could feel the density of the soul power around him rising, until it reached a level that he had never felt before. This much soul power was refined from the souls of countless people of the Phantom God Sect and the brothers of the Jiuhua Alliance. This was like a cruel blood sacrifice.
Lu Xuan felt a chill in his heart. In this environment, how fast could Saul recover?
The seven of them moved quickly. With no distractions, they reached the mountain in a few dozen breaths. The first obstacle was already in front of them.
No less than twenty warriors lined up in a row, blocking the path of Lu Xuan and the others. These people all had the aura of the Grand Virtual Realm. Lu Xuan knew some of them, such as Dong Ruyi of the Phantom God Sect, whom he had met in the sealed land. However, he didn't know most of them.
Although Lu Xuan didn't know them, Ye Wuheng and the others knew their names.
"Gu Xingyu, Han Wenmin, Song Tai, Sun Yang …" Ye Wuheng's gaze swept across the faces of the people blocking the way. She murmured, "They are all elders of the Phantom God Sect and the Holy Temple of Eight Corners. Their strength is above the Grand Virtual Realm."
"Father, don't waste your breath. They have all become Saul's soul slaves." Lu Xuan said decisively, "No wonder we didn't see any warriors of the Phantom God Sect before. They have all been gathered by Saul to stop us."
Ye Wenjun said coldly, "Then let's just kill them. It's time for my sword to drink its fill of blood."
"Kill them. Don't waste time. There is probably a second wave of soul slaves waiting for us." Ye Wuheng didn't say much and gave the order.
Although the twenty or so people before him could be considered as first-rate experts in the Heavenly Sword Continent, and without a doubt, they were all top-notch experts under normal circumstances. However, in the face of experts like Ye Wenjun who truly stood at the apex of the Heavenly Sword Continent, they were simply not enough.
Ye Wenjun took the lead and rushed out. The soul slaves on the opposite side immediately moved. A warrior holding a pair of halberds came whistling, but Ye Wenjun suddenly pushed the hilt of his sword. The long sword flew out of his hand, and the blade made a strange turn in the air. With a spin, the man was beheaded.
Soul slaves were soul slaves after all. Without souls, they could only have strength, but they couldn't use it to their full potential.
The seven of them attacked together. In a short while, the twenty people who intercepted them were all beheaded. Among them, Ye Wenjun killed the most people, Ling Jin was second, and Lu Xuan was third.
"Go straight to the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain is where the array eye is. Saul must be there," Lu Xuan reminded.
"Okay." The other six responded and moved. Their figures rose in a straight line, heading straight to the top of the mountain.
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