Astral Whitebale Grand Formation, a slaughter formation that was set up with seventy two immortal swords as the Formation Flags, and a high-rank Darkspirit Grade immortal sword as the foundation.

Once this formation was formed, it was capable of linking up with the strength of the stars and cause Astral Whitebale that dispersed the soul, destroyed the body, and was peerlessly overbearing to descend.

At this moment, a wisp of a relaxed expressions suffused the corners of Chen Xi’s mouth when he saw the grand formation take form and Zuoqiu Yin and the other sixty plus members of the Zuoqiu Clan were trapped  within it, and he let out a long breath of air.

Since he started pursuing Zuoqiu Yin and the others at the beginning, Chen Xi had started to prepare these Formation Flags. He first deduced the formation repeatedly and refined the immortal swords once more before he inscribed countless complicated talisman markings on them, and then he started to set up everything while pondering about how he should eliminate Zuoqiu Yin and the others in one go.

In these past few days, he followed behind Zuoqiu Yin and the others at all times while frequently launching sneak attacks to harass them and grind down their will to fight. All of it was for the sake of this moment, he was lowering their guard before drawing them into this...