"What method do you expect us to use to stop their advance?! We've already tried every heavy weapon the Federation possesses—has a single one been able to break through that layer of defense?"
Yu Guanzhi frowned deeply. "I understand how you feel. But we can only wait. The God-Slaying Cannon Shell isn't something that can be deployed easily. It must undergo modifications. Right now, it's being urgently reconfigured. I don't know exactly when it will be ready, but we're hoping to finish within twelve hours. I'll dispatch all available reinforcements to help you hold the line."
Dong Zian took a deep breath and forced down his anger. "Commander, let's put aside our personal grievances. The enemy is upon us. I've served in the army for many years—I'm not afraid of dying, and neither are my men. Not a single one of them is a coward. But we cannot die pointlessly. We can't walk into a slaughter. No matter what it takes, get those modifications finished faster—faster!"
With those words, the commander of the Western Corps turned and strode away.
At that same moment, figures from the direction of the Central Corps rose into the air. Led by Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue, nearly twenty powerhouses from the War God Temple launched into action.
Shrek's strongest, Tang Sect's strongest, Spirit Pagoda's strongest!
Over fifty individuals above Titled Douluo rank—many of them Limit Douluo.
The Blood River God-Slaying Formation continued its steady, ominous advance. Purple-black light shimmered faintly, and within its depths, layer upon layer of abyssal creatures swarmed in terrifying numbers. Just one glance was enough to make one's scalp go numb.
It didn't take long for the gathered powerhouses to reach the vicinity of the formation. The closer they got, the more they could feel the terrifying presence of this wicked construct.
Explosions continued to rumble around them, but the warriors were fearless. Even when the occasional blast struck near them, none of them flinched.
Only with this coordination—soul tools and soul masters together—could they hope to stall the formation's advance. Even if only by a minute or a second, that moment could save countless lives!
The Blood River God-Slaying Formation emitted a constant low, mournful wailing, which gave off a nauseating sensation. Even Limit Douluo found their spirits affected.
Worse still, just gazing upon the purple-black light made it seem like one could see mountains of corpses and oceans of blood. The stench alone was revolting, clearly toxic.
"These monsters!" Holy Spirit Douluo Yali clenched her fists in fury. How many lives and how much hatred had to be sacrificed to form this nightmarish construct? The Holy Spirit Cult—truly the enemy of all humanity.
"Everyone, follow me—attack together!" Yun Ming raised his Skytower Divine Spear, unleashing blinding divine light that pierced the skies and streaked downward to strike the formation.
Instantly, waves of elemental power surged from all sides!
In that moment, all divisions vanished. There was no Federation, no sects—only one united enemy.
Under their assault, the Blood River God-Slaying Formation visibly buckled inward. The wailing grew twice as loud. Astonishingly, the massive formation… stopped.
"Excellent!" From the command center, Yu Guanzhi's voice rang out in praise as the scouting soul tool relayed the image.
Just then, a melodious hymn echoed from above, and the sky turned golden. Twelve Seraphim descended from the heavens.
Shrouded in holy radiance, Yali activated her strongest fusion technique—Holy Spirit Dance of the Seraphim.
The sacred light poured down, and even the angelic figures, upon seeing the Blood River God-Slaying Formation, were filled with righteous fury. Pillars of holy light descended as the purest of assaults.
The formation began to shake violently. Purple-black light surged and churned. At the points of impact, thick black mist erupted, forming shield-like barriers to resist the Seraphim's assault.
But the Blood River God-Slaying Formation was indeed affected. The gigantic barrier visibly contracted, shrinking by nearly a third in size.
This sight sent waves of joy and hope rippling through the Federation's command ranks.
But before they could celebrate fully, a thick beam of purple-black light surged from the abyssal passage, flooding into the apex of the formation. A terrifying reversal occurred—what had just been suppressed rebounded violently, regaining its previous strength in the blink of an eye.
Bolts of dark purple energy shot out from within the formation, slamming into the Seraphim in mid-air.
These beams were filled with pollution and corruption. Even with the Seraphim's purity, they were deeply affected.
Golden lights scattered across the sky. The Holy Spirit Dance of the Seraphim ended. Yali's face was pale, and she had to lean on Yun Ming to stay upright.
She shook her head helplessly. "It's not enough. The difference in energy is too vast. They've gathered too many vengeful spirits—their hatred is too dense. Holy energy can weaken them, but not destroy them. Unless my Holy Spirit Dance reaches the level of a true god, it won't be enough."
Still, her efforts weren't in vain. The formation had halted again and didn't resume its advance immediately.
Back at command, all eyes watched the scene in solemn silence.
Ten minutes passed.
The Blood River God-Slaying Formation began moving again—slowly but steadily—this time directly toward the Western Corps' position.
Their advance continued until dusk. The formation was now only one hundred kilometers from the Western Corps' forward line. From the hilltops, they could clearly see it with the naked eye.
Every soldier's heart grew heavy. How could anyone stop an enemy like this? But if they didn't try, the consequences were unimaginable.
All garrisons were fixed in their positions, blocking every path deeper into the continent. The other corps couldn't transfer reinforcements in time—even if they could, what good would it do?
At the formation's current speed, by midnight, it would reach the Western Corps.
Inside the corps headquarters—
A major general, face tense, urged, "Commander! You must decide quickly! That Blood River God-Slaying Formation… we can't stop it. If we try, our brothers will only die in vain. Maybe—maybe we should retreat?"
"Retreat?" Dong Zian's fist clenched tightly. He knew exactly what retreat meant. It meant abandoning their carefully constructed defenses. And setting up new defensive positions took time—time they no longer had…
(End of Chapter)
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