Primordial Soul Beasts were Eighth Transformation combatants—and four of them had appeared at once.
A sense of absurdity swelled in the hearts of the Wan Family's Three Immortals.
Fang Yuan ordered the four great Primordial Desolate Beasts to guard him. Clad in a black robe with his hands clasped behind his back, he stood atop one of the Primordial Soul Beasts and said with undisguised contempt, "Just the three of you, and you thought you could scheme against me?"
Wan Lianghan's eye twitched.
Wan Xiao's face turned ashen.
Wan Haoguang's heart sank even further.
Suan Bu Jin's strength had far exceeded their expectations. One by one, they realized: perhaps Suan Bu Jin had guessed this was a trap, but he had come anyway. When you held cards like these, anyone would be confident!
The Wan Family's Three Immortals were already past the point of no return.
"Hold steady! He's a Wisdom Path Gu Master after all. Controlling four Primordial Soul Beasts must be incredibly taxing."
"Indeed. Maybe these four Primordial Soul Beasts are just empty shells."
"Even if they're real, I'd like to see how the Wisdom Path and Soul Path work together!"
The three steadied their morale and charged Fang Yuan once more.
Fang Yuan did not attack. He purely defended.
Thus, on the surface, the Three Immortals of the Wan Family held the upper hand.
Wan Xiao presided over the Immortal Battlefield while unleashing killing move after killing move, hurling lance after lance of wind downward. Nearly every strike could grievously wound or even kill an Ancient Soul Beast.
Wan Haoguang, his entire body sheathed in thick, solid light armor, charged recklessly through the soul beast army, slaughtering without end.
Wan Lianghan, the Wisdom Path Gu Master, directed the battle while attacking himself, constantly divining Fang Yuan's true position within the soul beast army.
As the battle wore on, the Three Immortals of the Wan Family felt increasingly uncomfortable. They killed many, but Fang Yuan released even more soul beasts.
These soul beasts worked in concert, defending Fang Yuan from every direction—above, below, and on all sides—forming tight defensive line after tight defensive line.
With the soul beast army so densely packed, the Three Immortals' best counter was to bombard them with wide-area killing moves.
Yet every time they launched such an attack, Fang Yuan intervened to disrupt it. Even if a few slipped through, it wouldn't change the overall situation.
Wide-area killing moves proving largely ineffective, the Three Immortals had no choice but to rely more on single-target killing moves, picking off soul beasts one by one.
They adopted a decapitation strategy, attempting to carve out a path to Fang Yuan.
The Three Immortals of the Wan Family fought in perfect coordination. Each was an exceptional combatant, working seamlessly together, each bolstering the others. Their combined power was formidable—even a peak Seventh Transformation powerhouse would find himself in dire straits.
Unfortunately for them, they were up against a monster named Fang Yuan.
The four Primordial Soul Beasts formed the innermost defensive line. After several exchanges, the sheer strength of this line drove the Three Immortals' hopes ever lower.
"Damn it, there are too few openings!" Wan Haoguang growled in frustration. He had just spotted a sliver of a gap to push toward the innermost line, but numerous Ancient Soul Beasts immediately filled it.
"The soul beasts here are too dense. Suan Bu Jin can actually command such a powerful army—and what's even more infuriating is that with this strength, he could clearly try to attack and break our Immortal Battlefield, yet he insists on turtling up!" Wan Xiao muttered, his expression dark.
Wan Lianghan's face was equally grim. "I underestimated this Suan Bu Jin. If he had chosen to attack, we'd have had more opportunities. But he insists on defending—his family's reinforcements are probably already on their way."
"What do we do?" Wan Xiao couldn't help but look to Wan Lianghan.
For them, the current situation was deeply awkward.
The original plan had been for the three immortals to combine their forces and swiftly take down Suan Bu Jin. Even if Suan Bu Jin possessed peak Seventh Transformation combat power, the plan held a strong chance of success.
But the moment Fang Yuan produced four Primordial Soul Beasts, the Wan Family's Three Immortals' plan was shaken.
And when Fang Yuan chose a strategy of tight defense, that plan was reduced to ashes.
Wan Lianghan, as a Wisdom Path Gu Master, though his realm was not as high as Fang Tichang's, was extremely perceptive—and thoughts of retreat had already taken root in his heart.
But retreating of their own accord at this point was no easy thing.
Once an Immortal Battlefield was deployed, voluntarily dismantling it would inevitably leave enormous vulnerabilities. And Suan Bu Jin was a Wisdom Path Gu Master—how could he possibly let such an opening slip by?
Moreover, the situation had not entirely eliminated their chances. The Wan Family's Three Immortals still had trump cards yet to play.
Wan Lianghan hesitated—an exceedingly rare occurrence.
Fang Yuan remained perfectly composed.
If his true strength were revealed, it would probably scare the Three Immortals into begging for mercy on the spot.
However, he had no intention of truly making his move.
Wan Lianghan certainly had to die. It was this Seventh Transformation Wisdom Path cultivator who kept divining about him, which was exceedingly annoying.
As for the other two, Fang Yuan would rather see them alive.
When he had first assumed the disguise of Suan Bu Jin, Fang Yuan had prepared a set of Wisdom Path Immortal Gu and methods specifically for this identity. Now, that repertoire had grown even richer.
Fang Yuan secretly activated the Distracting Thoughts Immortal Gu, preparing an Immortal killer move.
Wan Haoguang's field of vision was filled with all manner of soul beasts.
From the outside, the soul beast army looked like a surging torrent of black ink, while Wan Haoguang's thick, solid white-light armor resembled a single point of light—swallowed up in the pitch-black sea of ink.