Han Yu eyed the area again.
The air shimmered behind the Mist Eye disciples, but not around them. 'They're at the formation's anchor point…'
While Han Yu had not learned formations properly yet, being with Li Mei and doing some chores during his Servant Days had at least made him learn the basics.
He knew all formations had nodes, one of which would be the center of it. The anchor point.
"If we can break through that group, maybe we can disrupt the illusion."
"With one of us half-dead?" Wu Shuan said with a grimace.
"With all of us angry," Han Yu corrected. "That counts for something."
"Anger isn't a plan!" Fatty Kui hissed.
"It is today!"
The Mist Eye disciples began to fan out, circling them with eerie grace. Their movements barely disturbed the mist. The air was thick with tension—and blood.
Han Yu lowered into the Ironwood Stance, qi pulsing through his legs and arms. Spirit qi danced faintly across his arm as he prepared the Bolt God technique again.
