Chapter 2685: Masterstroke, Winning Everywhere—Keep Doing It!
On the plain, everyone stared at the endless flames on the projection, their expressions shaken.
A Formation!
No wonder this kid was making such a show of drinking tea there, waiting like a hunter by the tree for rabbits—turns out he’d already made all his preparations!
The Barbarian Tribe, whose mood had just improved, suddenly had their faces collapse again.
What a huge loss!
Of the six Barbarian Clan Disciples, only two managed to escape, one was expelled, and three died!
And those three people actually came out without a scratch!
On the Demon Race’s side, they were overjoyed beyond measure.
"Sect Master Parrish, these Disciples of yours are amazing, that ambush was beautifully done!"
"Impressive! Impressive! That Vaelor Boyd is a Peak Great Land Immortal, yet he almost capsized here. If he hadn’t had a Sect’s core magical treasure to flee through the void, I’m afraid he wouldn’t have gotten away today."
"They just got several tags in one go, that’s a huge haul."
"Sect Master Parrish, your Illusory Snake Sect really has successors coming up!"
Though Garlan Parrish’s expression still looked calm, the joy in his eyes couldn’t be concealed at all.
This wave really let the Illusory Snake Sect hold their heads high!
Garlan Parrish turned his head to look at the grim-faced Phaedron Duncan and said mildly, "Fellow Duncan, seems you laughed too early. The unlucky ones weren’t the Disciples of my Illusory Snake Sect!"
Phaedron Duncan’s face went dark as iron. He had just been verbally mocking Garlan Parrish, yet hadn’t expected to flip the boat himself. Now being retorted in front of everyone felt like a huge slap across his face, burning hot.
In front of so many eyes, it was utterly humiliating.
Phaedron Duncan said coldly, "They only relied on the Array Force to get lucky, that’s all."
Garlan Parrish smiled and said, "No one ever said the blood-kill trial couldn’t use Formations. That’s a type of strength too. If you’ve got the ability, your people can use them as well."
Phaedron Duncan was left speechless and could only turn his head away in anger, ignoring Garlan Parrish.
Seeing Phaedron Duncan suffer a setback, Garlan Parrish’s mood immediately brightened; he was jubilant.
Garlan Parrish lifted his eyes and looked at Carson Flores slowly walking out of the flames, feeling quite shaken inside.
Just how much of his strength had this Carson Flores shown already?
His body was filled with Sword Bone, he was proficient in the Sword Dao, Vast Sword Qi came at his fingertips, and just now he had displayed mastery over the Way of Fire. He even possessed the Miraculous Eight-Armed Arhat...
He might only be a Lower Grade Land Immortal in terms of cultivation, but his Combat Power was insanely strong.
Deserving indeed of being a Battle Hall Disciple of the Myriad Immortals Palace, truly a heaven’s chosen!
Who knew what kind of surprises they would bring him next. It was just a pity that he always shut off the Projection Array at the first possible moment, so if one wanted to watch him, they had to wait for his opponents to activate their Projection Array and watch from the opponents’ point of view.
...
Carson Flores stepped out of the sea of flames, and the fire behind him was sucked back in within minutes, finally shrinking into the Array Plates hidden in the mountain range.
Samir Coffey descended and asked, "How many got away?"
Carson Flores smiled and said, "Two. The rest are all dead."
Samir Coffey sighed in admiration, "Your prep was really thorough. This Formation’s power is insane— even a Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal couldn’t withstand it!"
Carson Flores laughed heartily. "The Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation isn’t something to mess with. If their leader hadn’t had a powerful escape magical treasure, he probably would’ve died here too."
Samir Coffey didn’t feel the least bit disappointed. He smiled and said, "Anyone whose strength has reached that level is basically the future of their Sect. Naturally the Sect will give them some powerful magical treasures for protection. It’s normal for them to get away."
Niall Sinclair walked over. "What do we do next?"
Carson Flores answered without hesitation, "We retreat and change locations. This place has been burnt to cinders by the blaze. Anyone who comes near, as long as they have eyes, will be able to tell a battle took place here and that someone used a Formation. They’ll definitely be extra cautious and avoid stepping into danger."
"Alright!"
Carson Flores quickly collected all the Array Plates. These plates had all been pre-charged and were extremely convenient to use.
The three of them straightened things up and soon left. They ran several thousand kilometers in the central region, then stopped again in another mountain range and once more set up the Array Plates according to position.
"Same method as before, let’s keep going and see how many people we can fish up."
...
On the plain.
Scenes overlapped on the various projections; some people were hurrying along, others were fighting.
It was still the first day, and most people were still on their way to the convergence point. Large-scale teams had yet to appear.
Carson Flores’s lure-the-enemy tactic went back into business successfully.
Two members of the Barbarian Tribe sensed the commotion and came over, only to be ambushed by the three of them again.
This time, the three didn’t even bother activating a Formation and still managed to snatch the tags with ease.
Of these two unlucky fools who were lured in, one decisively abandoned his tag to buy time and was thus bounced out by the Formation, while the other hesitated for just a moment, losing his chance to escape and ending up dead.
Watching these two unfortunates fall into Carson Flores and the others’ trap again, many from the Barbarian Tribe looked at each other, cursing and swearing, while the Demon Race clicked their tongues in amazement, extremely excited.
One brilliant trick can take you everywhere!
Nicely done!
Keep doing it like this—take a few more of them out!