Chapter 1973 - 1966: Not Even Worth Carrying My Shoes
"It seems like something’s a bit off here!" Zhang Menglong stroked his chin. Although his tone sounded somewhat solemn, if you looked closely at his expression, you could still see that confidence of having everything under control.
"Boss, what do we do? That Tianyan Formation Map looks pretty formidable!"
"Yeah, that formation can even imprison the Blood Demon Soldiers. That thing is probably our peak combat strength right now."
"Should we call Mr. Bei Xu over to help first? Plus, with our Clan Leader’s Divine Armor, maybe we can break that formation?"
"It’s useless," Zhang Menglong said, "That formation, unless it’s power exceeding the boundary realm, is very difficult to forcibly break with external force. Even if possible, it requires immense cost and effort!"
"Needs power beyond the Dao Realm?" All the outer sect disciples of the Sunset Sect fell silent. They’ve only seen Zhang Menglong demonstrate such power once in the Endless Land and could guess that using that kind of power comes with a significant cost.
"So, breaking that formation is almost impossible?"
"Then what do we do? Are we going to retreat empty-handed after coming all the way here?"
"Not necessarily," Zhang Menglong said, "It seems like today’s the day to gamble with formations!"
"Everyone step aside!" Zhang Menglong walked to the front of the crowd. Even the hall masters and sect masters of those superpowers cleared a path. They knew that Zhang Menglong was about to make a move.
"Brother Gu Xiao, the situation is getting very tricky! This Tianyan Formation Map is incredibly strong!"
"Yes, I’ve heard this Formation Map has over a million formations: a million ordinary ones, a hundred thousand medium-grade ones, ten thousand high-grade ones, and ten Forbidden Formation Techniques. The one he just used is probably some Forbidden Formation Technique, and that’s just out of two!"
"I know," Zhang Menglong nodded. Ever since he obtained the Tianyan Formation from the Ancient Cave Heaven, he was aware of its power. He just didn’t expect it to end up in the hands of Divine Profound Hall.
"They probably can’t hold on much longer!" Watching those being battered within the formation, everyone looked worried. They clearly sensed that the aura on Lieyang was already starting to wane.
Once the War Shackles disintegrate, those martial artists forced to ascend to the Peak of Dao Realm by the War Shackles are likely to be instantly turned into corpses.
"Let me!" Zhang Menglong stepped forward, rummaging through his belongings, and pulled out a crumpled ball of paper, something he had spent days preparing especially for the Tianyan Formation.
"What’s that?" Everyone stared at the ball of paper in Zhang Menglong’s hand.
"It’s also a Formation Map," Zhang Menglong said, "I named it the Eight Trigrams Formation!"
He randomly gave this name, paying homage to that great Mr. Wolong.
"The Eight Trigrams Formation?"
Upon hearing that this ordinary paper ball was a Formation Map, everyone was stunned. This seemingly plain ball of paper could also be called a Formation Map?
When others pull out their Formation Maps, it’s all pretentious grandeur and awe-inspiring might, causing celestial phenomena. But this so-called Eight Trigrams Formation? You’d almost think no one would glance at it if it was thrown on the ground. Is this really a Formation Map?
But someone quickly erased that skepticism from their mind. You know, the last time Zhang Menglong pulled out that so-called Divine Armor, it was the exact same scenario. Who knew that pile of broken copper and rusted iron, once worn, would outclass those War Shackles by ten leagues?
"Eight Trigrams Formation! Open!"
The paper ball started to slowly unfold. On this pure white paper ball were some haphazard lines, which even looked like a child’s random doodles.
"Break!"
Zhang Menglong formed a hand seal with both hands. The area being bombarded suddenly sprouted mushroom-like protective shields. Though fists still rained down on these shields with resounding booms, they couldn’t shatter them.
Seizing the moment, Lieyang and the others quickly withdrew from the area. He looked particularly battered, with faint traces of blood on him, clearly injured. The remaining people were more or less in the same shape. Were it just a few seconds later, with the War Shackles disintegrated, none of them would survive.
"What’s that?" Ji Ze widened his eyes. A moment ago, he was ready to ridicule Zhang Menglong’s so-called Eight Trigrams Formation, but now he couldn’t laugh at all.
"The Tianyan Formation Map possesses 16 Forbidden Formation Techniques. Let’s see how many your piece of paper can block!" Ji Ze once again conjured a hand seal, immediately activating a third Forbidden Formation Technique.
The greatest feature of the Tianyan Formation Map is its ability to activate all formations simultaneously. Once the 16 Forbidden Formation Techniques are triggered at once, the destruction caused would undoubtedly be world-ending!
"Ice Demon!"
A massive Formation Map materialized in front of the Divine Profound Hall, and a Warcraft carved seemingly from ice began to crawl out slowly. Its form resembled a lion-tiger beast, exuding an intimidating chill with fine frost even appearing in the air.
In ancient times, the Ice Demon was a powerful Warcraft comparable to the Nine Hells Beast. After being sealed by Tianji Valley into this formation and tamed by various secret techniques, it became ten times stronger than before!
"Summoning formation, is it?" Zhang Menglong also activated his Eight Trigrams Formation, a power not weaker than the Ice Demon emerged from within a Formation Map. Soon after, the formation split into ten, and that terrifying aura also divided into ten.
"Godzilla!"
"War God Rex!"
"Kong Martial God Beast!"
"Arceus!"
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One by one, terrifying creatures from other worlds were summoned. Under the power of this formation, each creature was no less powerful than the Ice Demon.
Ten to one, the Ice Demon barely put up any resistance before being completely annihilated by Godzilla’s atomic breath.
"Damn it! Where did he get so many Forbidden Summoning Formation Techniques?" Ji Ze was a bit flustered and haphazardly activated another Domain Formation Technique. Zhang Menglong mimicked him, performing another Domain Formation Technique.
Inside one’s own domain, one can significantly weaken the opponent’s strength and enhance one’s attack, which is how many Array Masters defeat the strong while being weak themselves.
However, when the two formations neutralized each other, this domain lost its significance entirely.
"Damn, the remaining ones are all attack-type Forbidden Formation Techniques. Let’s see how you block them!" Ji Ze gritted his teeth, directly activating all the remaining Forbidden Formation Techniques.
When more than a dozen Forbidden Formation Techniques were unleashed simultaneously, the entire area around the Divine Profound Hall was shrouded with a palpable aura of death.
"You think a dozen Forbidden Formation Techniques can compete with my Eight Trigrams Formation?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "Let me show you what a true formation is! Your thing isn’t even worthy of carrying my shoes!"
Zhang Menglong activated the entire Eight Trigrams Formation, and tens of thousands of forbidden-level attack formations appeared...