This time, he could only rely on himself!
Lu Longshe said nothing, his brow just furrowed tightly. His expression was grave and worried. He was a disciple of the Formation Sect; although he could unleash formidable combat power using formations, he wasn’t skilled at direct, head-on confrontations. What he excelled at was trapping people within a formation and using its power to slowly grind his enemies to death.
For this very reason, his position was the most dangerous of all the battlefields. He was relying solely on the power of his formations to keep the Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect entangled, unable to risk a direct confrontation at all.
While he was capable of setting up a formation powerful enough to deal with a Nascent Soul Stage Demon Cultivator, doing so required time to prepare. He had never anticipated that Ji Yan would cause problems, so he hadn’t bothered to set up any truly powerful formations in advance. Now, the situation had become perilous in an instant.
Xiang Tiange once again clashed fists with Venerable Red Tiger, and both of them retreated, rubbing their knuckles. A grim look appeared on Xiang Tiange’s face. Venerable Red Tiger was unlike any of the other Demon Cultivators he had fought before. Even among peers of the same realm, Venerable Red Tiger’s strength was exceptionally high. Although Xiang Tiange did not fear him, taking him down quickly would be extraordinarily difficult.
What worried him most were the other battlefields, like Lu Longshe’s and Huang Yunchong’s. If they were defeated, the other Demon Sect Venerables would be free to act, and the scales would tip completely against them.
The one on the verge of a mental breakdown was Huang Yunchong. He was currently dancing on a tightrope, and the thrill was excruciating. He brandished his two large fans, creating an impenetrable defense as he desperately fended off Venerable Yu Jiao’s assault. Cold sweat poured down his face. He had been holding on with a single shred of hope—that Elder Ji Yan would make his move.
But now, that hope was extinguished. He was utterly stunned.
Dropping the ball at a critical moment! He’s so damn unreliable! he cursed inwardly.
Wang Xiu was also a bit stunned. He was currently disguised as Fairy Jade Belt, mingling within the Hehuan Sect’s ranks and sparring half-heartedly with a female disciple from the Sanqing Immortal Sect. It looked like a serious fight, but in reality, he was just slacking off. He had blended into the Hehuan Sect crowd hoping to gather some firsthand intelligence. With the Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art, he had no fear of his disguise being seen through.
He had never expected something to happen. If Ji Yan couldn’t make a move, the Sanqing Immortal Sect was undoubtedly doomed to lose if things dragged on.
Looks like I can’t slack off anymore! I have to find a way to break this stalemate!
Wang Xiu’s eyes darted around, scanning the nearby commotion. His gaze locked onto the Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect, who was closest to him. An idea began to form in his mind.
The Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect was thoroughly enjoying his fight with Lu Longshe. He could clearly sense that the young man before him was relying entirely on formations to stall him; his actual strength was insufficient. But under the formations’ effects, the brat was as elusive as a ghost and slippery as hell. For the moment, there wasn’t much the elder could do about him, which was infuriating.
Unless he resorted to some desperate, costly measures and unleashed a life-risking secret technique, he couldn’t finish him off quickly. But as a demonic figure who had survived for most of his life, he was long accustomed to always keeping an ace up his sleeve, no matter the situation. If he revealed too many of his trump cards now, he could become a target for factions like the Hehuan Sect in the future. Then he would be the one in danger.
Besides, the demonic cultivators present all had their own schemes. After they destroyed Limitless City, dividing the spoils of war would come down to strength. If he got injured now, he might not get a good slice of the cake and could even become the cake himself.
So, it was better to take it slow. After all, the outcome was already set in stone. Every last one of these Sanqing Immortal Sect disciples... would die!
Just then, a delicate cry came from behind him. "Seventh Elder, I’m here to help you!"
The Seventh Elder turned to see a female disciple from the Hehuan Sect. Hmm. Her figure was graceful and she possessed a natural allure; at a glance, she was clearly a seductive creature. However, on this battlefield, he had no interest in getting entangled with this woman.
"I don’t need help dealing with a greenhorn! Get lost!" he snorted coldly.
Hearing this, "Fairy Jade Belt" stopped beside him, muttered an "oh," and made a show of turning to leave.
The Seventh Elder paid her no more mind and refocused his attention on Lu Longshe. He failed to notice that as "Fairy Jade Belt" turned away, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
A sword, blood-red from hilt to tip as if it contained the Endless Blood Sea, appeared silently in his hand. A terrifying murderous intent coalesced in an instant. Standing behind the Seventh Elder, he aimed for the venerable Ghost King Sect member’s kidneys and unleashed a finishing move.
"Same Life as Heaven and Earth, Thousand Slays—Slash!"
A thousand surging, blood-colored pig phantoms instantly poured from the Immortal Slaying Sword. They then merged into one, transforming into a crimson, dragon-shaped aura of energy.
A powerful, sonorous dragon’s roar echoed between heaven and earth. The divine dragon, radiating an aura of infinite Sword Dao sharpness, slammed heavily into the Seventh Elder of the Ghost King Sect’s back.
At that moment, the Seventh Elder’s hair stood on end and his pupils constricted. An unprecedented sense of terror and crisis flooded his heart. His protective magical treasure shattered instantly.
It’s over! I’m done for!