CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 214: THE SCAMMER WON’T DIE A GOOD DEATH!!! (9500 WORDS)_3

Upon hearing this, Yun Wuxin, who was locked in battle with Tao Fan in mid-air, coldly snorted, "Is that your brilliant insight?"

"It’s a fact," Ye Guhong replied, unfazed. "The Fallen Saint Formation is laid out beneath us, and the Saints in Xinhuo City can’t intervene. By yourself, you’re no match for him. If this drags on, you’ll die, and so will we!"

"Thinking of leaving? It won’t be that easy!"

Hearing their conversation, Tao Fan intensified his assault. Just as Ye Guhong had said, Yun Wuxin was completely suppressed. The situation was one-sided, and it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.

Li Zuoyue said urgently, "If the Demon Race’s target is all the Saints in Xinhuo City, and they’re reluctant to activate the Formation too soon, why don’t we just call a few of them in? Wouldn’t that work? Even a couple more to help Yun Wuxin would be better than nothing."

Ye Guhong glanced at him. "The Demon Race aren’t fools. The Fallen Saint Formation is one of their few trump cards, but it’s far from their only one. Besides... if I remember correctly, the demons don’t use this formation for killing."

"If it’s not a killing formation, then what is it?" asked Xiang Tiange.

"It’s a sacrificial formation!" Wang Xiu’s eyes gleamed as ancient symbols surfaced around him, allowing him to perceive the layout deep underground. He had once deciphered a Natural Ancient Formation and possessed a complete understanding of top-tier formations like the "Green Lotus Sky-covering Array" and the "Four Symbols Evil-Destroying Protection Array." His attainments in the dao of formations were already incredibly high. Upon careful observation, he finally discovered some clues.

"Correct, it’s a sacrificial formation." Ye Guhong wasn’t surprised that Wang Xiu knew this; it seemed he expected it. He continued, "It devours the Essence Blood of Saints, converts it into enough energy to pierce through the world barrier, and summons a True Demon into our world!"

"True Demon? Are demons distinguished between true and false?" Zhuge Changsheng asked, puzzled.

"The Demon Race is divided by bloodline. Most demons have mixed blood. There are tens of billions of them, and no matter how many die, more can always be spawned... Their bloodline power is weak, so their strength isn’t very formidable.

"However, some demons possess pure bloodlines and astonishing talent. Once they reach adulthood, they can rival the strongest experts of the Human Race. This lineage, passed down since ancient times, carries true names, and their power is terrifying.

"They are sovereigns within the Demon Race. Other than the legendary Heavenly Demons and the supreme Demon God, no one can overpower them.

"A mature True Demon is powerful enough to dominate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with scarcely an equal!"

Ye Guhong, who clearly knew a great deal about the Demon Race, explained patiently.

"So if they summon a True Demon, we’re all doomed?" everyone exclaimed in shock.

"It depends," Ye Guhong said after a moment’s thought. "If they don’t sacrifice enough Saints, the True Demon can’t fully descend. In that case, we’d still have a chance."

In the sky, Yun Wuxin was at an increasing disadvantage. He held on desperately, constantly coughing up blood. His golden saintly blood rained down, a brutal sight.

"Is there any way to stop the Fallen Saint Formation?" Wang Xiu asked seriously.

"Er..." Ye Guhong hesitated for a moment. "The formation has actually begun to operate... it just targets only Saints. Only when a Saint enters and is detected by it will it fully activate. Until then, it remains dormant."

"So you’re saying," Wang Xiu’s eyes lit up as he grasped the key point, "if we can block the formation from sensing Saints, the Fallen Saint Formation will be useless?"

"That’s very difficult. The rank of the Fallen Saint Formation is extremely high. With our current strength, it’s impossible to intervene." Actually, it wasn’t just difficult, it was outright impossible. He was only phrasing it that way to avoid demoralizing Wang Xiu. In his past life, Ye Guhong was confident he could have stopped it, but now... he was completely powerless.

This formation was incredibly powerful, even among the Demon Race.

Once activated, it must be fed the blood of a Saint.

Countless Saints had fallen victim to this formation in the past. If it could be stopped, innumerable sages would have already tried.

But Wang Xiu’s eyes glittered with fighting spirit. He wasted no more time on words. Closing his eyes, he connected with his Divine Soul Incarnation in the outside world.

「Outside the Abyss Battlefield.」

Almost simultaneously, Wang Xiu’s Divine Soul Incarnation, which he had left behind, snapped his eyes open, a sharp light flashing within them.

He took out a Jade Talisman and contacted the Saints.

About three breaths later, auspicious signs filled the sky. Rosy clouds concealed the heavens, golden lotuses bloomed from the earth, and the void itself trembled as streaks of golden divine light surged across the firmament. The figures of many Saints emerged in the void simultaneously, creating a spectacular vision.

"The Holy Ancestors! The Holy Ancestors have come!"

"We pay our respects to the Holy Ancestors!"

The many prodigies were stunned. They quickly rose to their feet, performing the rites of a disciple as they called out to the Holy Ancestors.

The Saints, however, were in no mood to accept the salutations of their juniors. Their gazes fell directly upon Wang Xiu’s Divine Soul Incarnation.

"Hmm?" The leading Sage, holding a Scepter, narrowed his eyes. He noticed that this was an incarnation, which he found quite curious. But given the urgency of the situation, he had no time to inquire further.

He went straight to the point, "Are you Wang Xiu?"

Wang Xiu nodded. "I am."

"Excellent, excellent... A true disciple of our Sanqing! So spirited, so elegant, so gallant and extraordinary! He reminds me of myself in my youth, hahaha!" boasted Zhang Yunting, the Saint of Sanqing, his black hair flying wildly and his chest bare.

[Ding!]

[Detection of someone boasting nearby, congratulations host on gaining Mana +1555!]

... Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched. Why do all these Holy Ancestors use the same lines?

"You flatter me, Holy Ancestor!"

Wang Xiu bowed respectfully before getting straight to the point. "The current situation is as follows..." he said, explaining everything as quickly as possible.

The Saints all frowned. "If that’s the case," one said, "we can’t enter the range of that Fallen Saint Formation. What should we do?"

The Sage, enveloped in rosy light with wisdom shining in his eyes, looked at Wang Xiu and spoke softly, "You’ve called us here. Do you perhaps have a method?"

"It seems I can’t hide anything from you, esteemed Holy Ancestors," Wang Xiu chuckled. "I have a secret technique that may be of assistance!"

With that, his hands formed a series of seals, and countless runes materialized from the void, transforming into a sea of stars.