"This, this … how could this scoundrel be so powerful!? How can so many of us be unable to do anything to him?! "
Sikong Yuanjia had been ambitious at the start, wanting to capture the little demon Wang Chong in one fell swoop, but as the battle progressed, he grew more and more alarmed. After five minutes, he was no longer able to see Wang Chong.
Cold sweat poured down Sikong Yuanjia's back.
Before the opening of the Origin Immortal Mountain, Wang Chong had single-handedly withstood the attacks of Song Yuanyi and the Black Yin Ancestor. Sikong Yuanjia had thought little of this, but only now did he realize just how terrifying this little demon was.
This pressure followed him like a shadow, making it hard for him and the other elders of the Zhengqi League to breathe. All of them had their eyes wide open as they fought with all their might.
At this moment, no one knew that in another place, several black figures were looking down at the entire formation from above. They were frowning deeply.
"Milord, this Demonic Emperor … is too powerful. We've already moved Song Yuanyi over and even sent his subordinates to the Stop Gate, but we still can't do anything to them!"
A figure on the left said in deep shock.
They had originally believed that drawing over a titan of the martial arts world like Song Yuanyi would be enough to suppress the Demonic Emperor, but reality proved that they had been too naive.
"Hmph! When two tigers fight, one must be wounded. No matter how strong that Demonic Emperor is, there is a limit. Since Song Yuanyi can't deal with him, let's move that person as well! "
The leader of the group said, his hands held behind his back.
Hearing this, the other figures trembled violently, a hint of panic faintly appearing in their eyes.
"But Milord …"
One of the figures, his forehead beaded with sweat, hurriedly tried to argue.
"This formation uses the power of the world and has its own set of rules. Even we only have a portion of the authority over it. If we change it too much or go against the rules of the formation, not only will we not be able to trap these people, we might even end up damaging the formation. If anything goes wrong, we might lose control of this formation in the future. "
Everything had a price. Even they couldn't change the array without a limit.
"Do as I say. Change the mechanisms of the Qian Palace and the Xun Palace and have them move to the southeast. This way, the losses will be minimized. At most, it will only damage part of the formation's functions, not to the extent of destroying the formation! "
The leader's voice was unquestionable.
"Yes!"
The few of them hesitated for a moment before answering and leaving.
…
The battle in the Stop Gate grew more and more intense. The Demonic Emperor Old Man and Song Yuanyi, Wang Chong and Sikong Yuanjia, the Formation Elder and the Righteous Alliance experts — all of these battles were reaching a fever pitch. Moreover, as time passed, the mechanisms of the Stop Gate grew more and more formidable.
Of the Eight Great Gates, the Stop Gate's mechanisms were the most unique. At the start, the attacks weren't that powerful, and many martial artists could deal with them on their own. Thus, they believed that the Stop Gate was only this dangerous. But few people knew that the Stop Gate's killing power was linked to time. As time passed, the attacks of the Stop Gate would become more and more powerful.
At the start, these attacks might have been like scratching an itch through one's boot, but as time went on, they became like daggers on one's back, difficult to block.
Thwishthwishthwish!
Amidst the piercing sound of the flute, countless arrows rained down.
At the start, each arrow had been equivalent to the attack of a Profound Martial realm expert. But now, they had been strengthened to the peak of the Profound Martial realm. Under this dense barrage of attacks, the group's Stellar Energy was rapidly being consumed, and the experts of the Zhengqi League were the first to feel the immense pressure.
"Damn it! This formation is too dangerous! If this continues, we'll all die here! "
"That old man is too despicable. He's hiding in the formation like a turtle. There's nothing we can do to him."
"Don't worry about him. Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu is too formidable. Let's go and help Elder Sikong capture that fake Young Master Qingyang."
… …
Under the barrage of arrows and boulders, the group's auras became unstable and their faces paled. In the blink of an eye, they had all turned their attention to Wang Chong.
"Go!"
With this order, the experts of the Zhengqi League lunged forward, countless streams of sword energy, finger energy, saber energy, and palm energy wrapped in surging Stellar Energy hurtling toward Wang Chong.
These people followed suit and charged at Wang Chong with astonishing speed.
"Jumping clowns!"
In the air, Wang Chong's eyes gleamed with cold light. His body swayed, and the countless arrows and boulders around him, under the pull of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, made a circle in the air, and then began to fly back at the experts of the Zhengqi League.
"Careful!"
The group paled in fright, and before they could react, countless arrows were already flying toward them.
In a flash, the Stellar Energy in the bodies of these carefully selected experts of the Zhengqi League began to be consumed at an astonishing rate. In a flash, they had fallen from the peak of the Imperial Martial realm to the Profound Martial realm, and then even to the True Martial realm.
Several of the Zhengqi League experts were nailed to the ground by Wang Chong's arrows.
Wang Chong's control was exquisite, and all the arrows had pierced through their fingers, shoulders, thighs, and feet … Even though they had lost their fighting power, they had not lost their lives. Because of his relationship with Song Youran, Wang Chong had left them some face.
Rumble!
Just when the battle was at its most intense, all of a sudden, the surrounding space shook violently, as if it had been struck by an invisible fist. The sounds of fighting quickly reached Wang Chong's ears.
"Kiiiill!" "Kiiiill!"
Wang Chong turned his head and saw a group of black-robed martial artists charging toward him from the southeast, their hands wielding sabers, swords, and halberds.
"The Five Ancestor Alliance!"
Wang Chong's eyes widened as he recognized them.
One Zhengqi League was hard enough to deal with, and Wang Chong had never imagined that the people of the Five Ancestor Alliance would appear.
"This is …!"
The Five Ancestor Alliance martial artists stared at the Righteous Alliance experts and Wang Chong, the Demonic Emperor, and the other experts of the Five Ancestor Alliance stared speechlessly at each other.
"Careful!"
Soon, the sky was filled with arrows, and these people had no time to think about anything else.
Clingclang! The clashing of sabers and swords and the explosions of Stellar Energy filled the air, and in just a few moments, the rain of arrows around the Stop Gate had grown even more intense.
"Haha, Song Yuanyi, Zhang Wenfu, I didn't think that I would run into you like this. It's just that it's better to be on time than to arrive early! Alliance Lord Song, I've come to help you! "
At this moment, the strange laughter of an owl resounded through the air. Boom! A figure shot forward with astonishing speed toward Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu and Song Yuanyi.
"Luo Qiyin, you're quite bold to dare appear in front of this old man!"
At this moment, a thunderous roar resounded through the air. The Demonic Emperor Old Man turned his head, his eyes like lightning bolts as he glared at Black Yin Ancestor Luo Qiyin.
"Buzz!"
Black Yin Ancestor Luo Qiyin had been shooting toward the Evil Emperor, but when he saw the sharp look in the Evil Emperor's eyes, his heart thumped and he came to a sudden stop in the air.
A hint of panic and fear could be seen in the depths of his eyes.
Once bitten by a snake, twice shy. The Evil Emperor's reputation in the martial arts world was far too terrifying, especially in the evil path. Neither the Black Yin Ancestor nor the Myriad Ghost Ancestor could compare to Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu. In the era of Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu's reign, the Black Yin Ancestor and the Myriad Ghost Ancestor were titans of the martial arts world, but they were almost completely shrouded in the Demonic Emperor's shadow.
The Demonic Emperor's prestige was so fierce that after his dantian had been shattered and his cultivation technique scattered, all the titans of the evil path, including the Myriad Ghost Ancestor, feared him.
"Luo Qiyin, you and Pei Luanchang dare to act so impudently in front of me? I know all your martial arts like the back of my hand. Do you want to challenge me?"
The Evil Emperor's voice boomed like thunder, tyrannical beyond compare.
The fear on Luo Qiyin's face deepened, but he quickly sensed the gazes on him from behind. A thought flashed through the Black Yin Ancestor's mind, and he immediately became enraged and bold.
"Zhang Wenfu, stop putting on airs and boasting. Your dantian has been shattered and you no longer have the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art. Do you really think that you're still the Demonic Emperor of the past? Song Yuanyi, let's work together to kill the Demonic Emperor. "
Luo Qiyin's words were directed at the Evil Emperor, but towards the end, he indicated to Song Yuanyi that they should work together to deal with the Demonic Emperor.
Awooo!
With a shrill howl, the Black Yin Ancestor spread open his sleeves like a massive bat, roiling with evil energy as he lunged at Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu.
"Hand of the Black Man!"
When he was still several dozen zhang from the Demonic Emperor, the smoke behind the Black Yin Ancestor parted, revealing a massive hand as black as ink and as large as a mountain. It shot toward Demonic Emperor Zhang Wenfu.
Hand of the Black Man!
This was one of the Black Yin Ancestor's strongest techniques. Back when he was roaming the Eastern Sea, Luo Qiyin had inadvertently obtained a piece of extremely evil Xuan Metal. This Xuan Metal was imbued with thick Yin energy and evil energy, and although no one knew its origins, Luo Qiyin had immediately realized that it was a treasure of the evil path. Moreover, he had forged it into a massive hand and called it the Hand of the Black Man.
Each time this hand was used, it required the sacrifice of the blood of one's heart, so Luo Qiyin rarely used it. But there was no doubting its power. If he hadn't encountered a formidable foe like the Demonic Emperor, Luo Qiyin would not have so easily used it.
Rumble!
As the massive hand descended, the heavens and earth shattered and ghosts wailed and wolves howled. It was like countless mountains were crushing down on the Demonic Emperor. The enormous pressure was suffocating.
"Emperor Descends from the Heavens!"
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