Fang Hao, like a ghost, used the cover of dead trees and scattered rocks to stealthily creep to the edge of the battlefield.
He set his sights on a Formation Flag stuck into the side of an earthen slope, wreathed in black Qi.
The position of this flag was relatively remote, and its energy fluctuations were somewhat weaker; it was likely an auxiliary node of the Formation.
He held his breath, pushing his Shadowless Evasion Technique to the limit, his entire person almost transforming into a shadow on the ground.
Seizing an opening—the horse-faced Cultivator was currently exerting all his strength to drive the Soul Summoning Banner to suppress the three from the Thunder Sword Sect, and the other few Yougui Sect Disciples were also attacking frantically, with no one paying attention to this side—Fang Hao flicked his wrist!
Swish!
