CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 213: FALLEN SAINT GREAT FORMATION! CONSPIRACY REVEALED! (8000 WORDS)_5

Killing an expert of the same realm was like slaughtering chickens and dogs. An existence that made fighting across cultivation levels to kill enemies seem like child’s play. In his impression, there was only one person capable of such a feat.

CLANG—

The sound of a zither rose, stirring the soul with its fierce passion. Qin Guangling held his instrument and played, a masterful rendition of the Mountain and River Hundred Battles Song unfolding.

In an instant, everyone’s fighting spirit soared to the heavens, their internal mana surging by severalfold. Their combat power leaped higher and higher.

"Kill!" Li Xuanqi was the first to react. She moved with a sublime grace, a silver moon materializing behind her, pure and sacred. She was like a Fairy from Guanghan, poised ethereally in the air.

The Sun and Moon Golden Wheels erupted with divine light, sweeping across the void. A sharp divine radiance sliced out, filling the sky with runes, its sharpness unrivaled. A great number of Venerables retreated, knowing that to touch it meant certain death. Even a Great Ability at the Emergence Stage had to evade its edge.

The Saintess of Mount Shu, with her innate Mixed Yuan Sacred Body, truly lived up to her name.

"Charge! Don’t embarrass Junior Brother!"

Li Zuoyue was also fired up. Twenty-four swords struck in unison, their sharpness unparalleled as they transformed into a myriad of sword shadows. In an instant, the world around her began to change. At times, snow and sleet battered down. At others, the sword light became a scorching sun, and wherever it passed, Demon Race followers screamed in heart-rending agony. Then it would become an autumn breeze, its killing intent so bone-chilling it slew men without drawing blood.

Having mastered the Heavenly Timing Sword Scripture, Li Zuoyue was powerful enough to contend for one of the very top spots among all the young prodigies in Nanzhou.

Not to be outdone, Xiang Tiange shed his heavy armor and tossed aside his Great Halberd. His body swelled as his Qi and blood surged wildly, transforming into a manifestation of nine dragons and two tigers that rushed onto the battlefield to slay his enemies.

"Formation, set!" Zhuge Changsheng shouted. He put the Jade Flute to his lips and blew, and a torrent of runes spread out to blanket the sky, enveloping the void in every direction.

A great formation quietly rose.

In the blink of an eye, mountains crumbled and the earth split open. Lava erupted, floodwaters raged, thunder roared across the world, and a blazing sun scorched the heavens... It was none other than the Zhuge family’s famed ultimate technique—the Mountain River Eight Formations!

Under the formation’s enhancement, the fighting spirit of Wang Xiu and the others grew even stronger.

As for the horde of Demon Race followers, their room to maneuver was further compressed. Although they still held the advantage in numbers, they were clearly being pushed back and suppressed.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash..."

High in the sky, the Shadow Fiend was practically hopping with rage, fuming with thunderous intensity. The situation was subtly spinning out of control. He had never imagined that this earth-shattering plan would be thrown into such a mess by a group of youngsters.

"Tao Fan, stop dragging this out! Use that thing!"

Upon hearing this, Tao Fan, who had been locked in a fierce battle with Yun Wuxin, suddenly halted. His eyes filled with venomous resentment. "You forced my hand," he snarled. "This thing... I was never supposed to use it on you..."

With a flick of his wrist, an ancient purple xun appeared. It was clearly ancient and about the size of his palm. Its entire body was covered with mottled patterns, from which ancient runes emerged, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.

He activated it with his mana.

The Ancient Xun instantly grew massive, blotting out the sun and darkening the sky. Demonic clouds rolled forth as if they could transform this entire world into a demonic land. This was an extremely powerful demonic artifact, one the Demon Race had expended unimaginable effort to bring into this place. It could devour a powerful expert’s essence, energy, and spirit in an instant, turning them into a demonic cocoon.

Its uses were limited. It was originally intended to be used on the other Saints who posed the greatest threat, but the plan had changed. It was now necessary to quickly eliminate the meddlesome people in their way.

Yun Wuxin’s expression changed. He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

As the Ancient Xun loomed over him, a terrifying suction force erupted. It pulled at everything, from his flesh and blood to his mana, runes, and even his Divine Soul... Everything felt as if it were about to be completely devoured. It was an almost irresistible force.

Just then, a single dragon scale suddenly appeared before Yun Wuxin. It grew larger and larger, emanating an unimaginable divine light and transforming into the phantom of a divine dragon that towered between heaven and earth, blocking the Ancient Xun’s attack.

ROAR!

The dragon’s roar shook the heavens, blasting the Ancient Xun away. The sky, once full of Demonic Qi, was cleared as the energy dissipated and rolled back.

"What?" The Shadow Fiend was shocked, having never expected this. What was that just now? It actually blocked the God Destroying Xun! And it seems to have a strong restraining effect on the Demon Race. Where did these damn brats get so many divine items and techniques that are far beyond their level?

CRACK!

After blocking that single strike, the dragon scale fell directly back into Wang Xiu’s hand. It had become incredibly dim, its runes faded. It would be difficult to activate again anytime soon.

Wang Xiu sighed inwardly, relieved that it hadn’t sustained any major damage. Otherwise, he would have been heartbroken.

Yun Wuxin landed and gave Wang Xiu a deep, incredibly complex look.

"Senior, are you all right?" Wang Xiu asked with concern.

Yun Wuxin snapped back to his senses and shook his head.

Wang Xiu quickly sent a divine thought to Yun Wuxin. There was too much critical information, and it would be too troublesome to explain verbally.

In an instant, Yun Wuxin understood the whole story. A look of realization dawned on his face, which was quickly replaced by a grave expression. "They were right not to come in," he said. "The Fallen Saint Great Formation has been set up beneath this entire area... It’s constructed with the skeletal remains of twelve Ancient Demons as its core. The formation can sever a Saint Manifestation powerhouse’s perception of the laws of heaven and earth, and it is designed specifically to kill Saints! By the time I learned of this, it was already impossible to get a message out. If they had all been trapped in here, it would have been a disaster!"