Chapter 770 - 410: Bloody Banquet (Part 2)
A drop and a rise, the situation reversed once more.
"Master Ke, what’s happening? Why is the power of the Yang Array weakening so rapidly?" Bian Chongzong asked in astonishment.
"Indeed! Why is the Nine-headed Yin Sha Demon Dragon’s power surging so rapidly again?"
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The cultivators watched the rapid changes occurring in the grand array, their faces changing drastically, all turning to Ke Xiangtian for a solution.
"Quick, escape quickly!" Ke Xiangtian’s face was deathly pale, and he urgently said, "The opposing array master is controlling the array, skillfully severing the Yang Array’s absorption of the Yin Sha Power and instead converting it into the powerful energy of the Nine-headed Yin Sha Demon Dragon. This transformation in power is extremely disadvantageous to us, we must retreat immediately, or the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Before the words had even faded, Ke Xiangtian had already flashed his figure, retreating from the array to escape. His figure disappeared at the edge of the array, clearly using all his power to flee for his life.
Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly alarmed. They had originally thought they held the upper hand, but hadn’t expected such a masterful array master to be controlling things in secret. In this moment, no one dared to hesitate even for a second, all quickly following in Ke Xiangtian’s footsteps, trying to escape from this perilous place.
However, how could Li Mu let them have their way? He snorted coldly and swiftly changed the array decisions with his hands.
Under his command, the Nine Dragons Slaying Immortal Array once again underwent transformations, with nine black vortices seemingly infused with endless power, instantly erupting with dense Yin Sha Power. This Yin Sha Power surged from the vortices like a black torrent, rapidly spreading throughout the grand array, forming a dark and terrifying scene.
Amidst the swirling dark mists, the nine-headed Yin Sha Demon Dragon quietly hid in the shadows, emanating low dragon roars that seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending shivers down the spine. The nine Yin Sha Demon Dragons appeared and disappeared in the mists, sometimes waving their massive claws to tear through the air, sometimes lashing their long tails with thunderous force, blocking each escape route of the cultivators.
Facing such a perilous situation, everyone was filled with fear as they mustered all their strength, trying every method to break out, but were obstructed repeatedly by the dense Yin Sha Demon Dragons and mists. At this life-and-death moment, everyone displayed astonishing potential and wisdom, but were helpless in the face of the opposing array master’s brilliance and the overwhelming power of the Nine Dragons Slaying Immortal Array, left to struggle painfully within the grand array.
For a moment within the grand array, roars of battle shook the skies, with shrieks of agony echoing intermittently; this battle had evolved into a contest of life and death, with everyone fighting desperately for survival.
Outside the grand array, the atmosphere was tense and slaughterous.
A group of divinity transformation cultivators and nascent soul cultivators gathered there, their gaze fixed intently within the grand array. Those predecessors and commanders who were struggling painfully within the array left everyone ashen-faced, their hearts filled with terror and unease.
However, amid the chaos and fear, there was a group of people who remained exceptionally calm, watching coldly as if all this had nothing to do with them.
The leader of this group was a nascent soul cultivator clad in a blood-colored magic robe, tightly surrounded by a group of divinity transformation cultivators. His unique attire and imposing presence made him stand out prominently in the crowd, his eyes blood-red, gaze deep and icy, brimming with a savage aura.
"Hong San" looked coldly at the cultivators struggling desperately within the grand array, a trace of savagery appearing on his face as he mockingly said, "Idiots are idiots! Setting up arrays within someone else’s array, how could it be that simple, wasting my time!"
Hong San’s words were cold and cruel, like a sharp knife piercing straight into one’s heart.
Upon hearing these words, some divinity transformation cultivators loyal to Commander Bian immediately became enraged, unable to tolerate such insulting words against Commander Bian.
"How dare you! Commander Bian is breaking the array inside, how dare you be so impudent!" A divinity transformation cultivator roared, his eyes almost spewing fire.
"Such rudeness, seeking death!" Another divinity transformation cultivator angrily agreed, with powerful mana fluctuations already gathering in his hands, seemingly ready to launch an attack at any moment.
"Who are you! To dare speak so wildly here!" Another divinity transformation cultivator stood out to question, his voice filled with doubt and vigilance.
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The cultivators looked at "Hong San" and the aura emanating from the dozen cultivators behind him, immediately feeling a dangerous aura, their expressions becoming uneasy.
"A bunch of ants dares to question me! All of you, die!" A cold light flashed in "Hong San’s" scarlet eyes as he instantly shed the disguise of nascent soul aura. The powerful presence of the Integration Realm erupted like a long-repressed volcano, suddenly and entirely unrestrained.
This force surged like a frenzied flood, sweeping in, making the surrounding air feel as though it solidified under its might. The cultivators only felt a tightening in their chests, an indescribable oppression sweeping over them, as if a towering mountain pressed heavily against their chests, making even the most basic breathing exceptionally difficult. They stared at "Hong San" in horror, their eyes filled with despair.
Amidst the terrified gazes of everyone, "Hong San" waved his large hand, and a sharp blood blade instantly slashed out. The blood blade shone with a cold light, slicing towards the cultivators with lightning speed. At this critical moment of life and death, the cultivators couldn’t evade, forced to watch helplessly as the blood blade closed in.
With a light "puff" sound, the bodies of over fifty cultivators were instantly cleaved into two under the sharpness of the blood blade. Following were "patter-patter" sounds, as lifeless bodies fell to the ground, blood pooling into streams, which in turn formed rivers, dying the entire ground red.
However, what was shocking was that the blood on the ground seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, slowly flowing towards "Hong San." Ultimately, this blood transformed into a dense blood cloud, merging into "Hong San’s" body in the blink of an eye.
"Integration Realm Blood Cultivator!" a cultivator exclaimed in terror, his voice filled with despair.
"Where does this Integration Demon Cultivator come from!" Another divinity transformation cultivator couldn’t accept the reality before them, exclaiming in shock.
"We’re finished! We’re really finished this time!" a nascent soul cultivator murmured, pale and disbelieving.
"I’m thoroughly done for this time!" Yet another divinity transformation cultivator murmured in despair, losing all will to resist or escape
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The remaining thirty-some surviving cultivators, witnessing such a horrifying scene, were all scared out of their wits. Their faces were ghastly pale, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness, as if bound by invisible chains, unable to move. These nascent soul cultivators and divinity transformation cultivators usually held themselves in high regard, but now seemed so small and powerless in the face of "Hong San."
They wanted to escape from this terrifying place, but the absolute array blocked the entire passage, while on the other side lay the deadly threat of the Integration Realm Demon Cultivator "Hong San." With nowhere to run above or below, they were collectively plunged into a hopeless predicament.
Meanwhile, "Hong San," after greedily absorbing the blood into his body, spread his hands slowly, revealing a smile of utmost satisfaction and cruelty on his face. He reveled deeply in the feeling of controlling life and death, like a lofty judge overlooking the trembling beings at his feet.
Watching the terrified and helpless gazes of the remaining cultivators, the cruel desire and twisted pleasure in "Hong San’s" heart reached an unprecedented peak.
"A bunch of lambs to the slaughter, dare to question me?" Hong San’s gaze swept coldly over the cultivators, his face showing a cruel and jesting smile, as chilling as the winter wind, sharp as a knife, mercilessly stabbing into the heart.
Under this fierce gaze and mocking smile, none of the cultivators dared to respond, caught in endless fear that rendered them immobile, forced to await the final judgment of fate. At this moment, they truly understood what real despair and helplessness were, the chilling feeling rising from their hearts as though they had fallen into an ice cave.
Hong San’s eyes were full of disdain and contempt as he waved his large hand, a scarlet light slashing out again.
The crimson light, like the scythe of death, carried a fierce killing intent, and instantly pierced the quiet air.
"Puff-puff-puff..." As the blood light swept through, heads flew into the air one after another, blood spurting like fountains, drenching the entire passage in red.
With this, there were no survivors left in the passage, "Hong San" having indulged in the thrill brought by the bloody carnage, his scarlet eyes focused on the grand array, unleashing the full extent of his divine thought as an Integration Realm powerhouse, trying to pinpoint and capture the array master hidden behind the Nine Dragons Slaying Immortal Array.