A massive black pillar of light shot out from the center of the formation.
Its speed was astonishing, as if the moment it appeared, it had already pierced the entire world. Its indescribably terrifying power forcibly tore through the magma sea below, creating a vast, bottomless abyss.
"Ah!"
The Pure Lotus Demonic Fire, enveloped within it, instantly sensed an extremely strange, disintegrating force erupting from the light. Under this force, the flames on its body gradually dimmed, and the power within it gradually dissipated. Then, a scream mingled with fury echoed throughout the world.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Under this strange power, even the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire felt a sense of danger.
No longer wary of caution, its body suddenly expanded and disintegrated, transforming into a massive, thousand-foot-tall ball of flame. Instantly, the already blazing temperature intensified, even the lava sea below seethed and gurgled. Pillars of magma erupted continuously, rumbling like the impending doom.
Under its frantic struggle, the black pillar of light rippled and even began to twist, seemingly poised to shatter at any moment.
"Don't hold back! If he breaks the seal, at least half of us will die!"
Hun Miesheng shouted urgently, forcing a stream of essence and blood from his fingertips into the formation, his complexion paling even further.
Seeing this, the eight four-star Dou Shengs within the formation also began to fight tooth and nail, using their essence and blood to enhance the formation's power.
In an instant, the wildly surging black pillar of light blossomed and stabilised, completely stabilising, unwavering as a rock despite the massive fireballs within.
Visibly, under the strange power of the light column, the thousand-foot-long fireball was rapidly shrinking, frantically being consumed. In just three to five minutes, only a single, roughly ten-foot-long, milky-white mass remained.
"No! Impossible! How could this be!"
The Pure Lotus Demonic Fire's resentful roar echoed through the air, and then silence descended. The boiling sea of magma also calmed, its temperature plummeting.
"Did it succeed?"
a powerful figure whispered.
High in the sky, the Nine Saints appeared, each appearing exhausted, as if they had exhausted themselves. Gazing at the source of the demonic fire within the light column, they breathed a sigh of relief, still apprehensive.
With the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire sealed, a brief silence descended upon the space.
The demonic fire problem had been resolved, so what next...
"Haha, I truly rely on you all to seal the demonic fire this time. Thank you in advance, and I'll remember your favor."
It was Hun Miesheng again, the conspicuous case!
While spouting nonsense, his figure flashed and appeared a hundred feet in front of the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire's source, condensing a massive black hand to grab.
"Hun Mie Sheng, you're dreaming! We've been on guard against you for a long time!"
the Thunder Clan elder cursed. His speed was unwavering, like thunder and lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the other side of the Demonic Fire's source. As his hand seals shifted, thunder erupted from the void, like a waterfall of lightning, engulfing Hun Mie Sheng.
The others also moved simultaneously, surrounding Hun Mie Sheng tightly. Only Yao Wangui made an exception, attempting to seize this opportunity to seize the Demonic Fire's source.
However, before he could get within a hundred feet, the space before him exploded, and a nine-colored sword beam shot out from it, its sharp edge showing no mercy.
As a fellow four-star Dou Sheng, Yao Wangui had never felt so weak.
She really wanted to kill me!
Without a moment to think, Yao Wangui retreated, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. A phantom cauldron instantly enveloped him.
The cauldron formed, and the sword light arrived.
"Crack!"
After a brief pause, the mysterious cauldron was shattered by the nine-colored sword light as Yao Wangui watched in horror.
Fortunately, the cauldron had weakened the nine-colored sword light, significantly reducing its power. Even with his best efforts, Yao Wangui was able to dodge it.
Even so, a sharp pain ripped through his right ear, and blood flowed, only to evaporate in an instant.
One strike!
Yao Wangui instantly lost two taels of weight, his ear severed!
From a distance, Yao Wangui gritted his teeth and stared at Medusa, a mixture of anger and fear. "
Crazy woman!
Did I provoke you?"
He couldn't understand. He had merely exploited an opportunity to get closer to the source of the demonic fire, yet this woman harbored such murderous intent.
Why would she go to such lengths?
Medusa simply looked at him coldly, not pursuing him further.
The six ancient clans had different motives in the fight for the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire.
Aside from the Soul Clan, who were determined to obtain it, the other five clans simply sought to seize it as best they could. If they didn't have a chance, they would simply seal the Demonic Fire and keep it ownerless. They absolutely couldn't let it fall into the hands of the Soul Clan.
Chen Guan's side was equally determined to
obtain it. Therefore, in Medusa's eyes, Yao Wangui's attempt to obtain the Demonic Fire's source was a recipe for death.
Medusa's attitude caused hesitation, but the allure of the Demonic Fire's source was also enviable. The thought of refining the Demonic Fire and potentially becoming the next Pure Lotus Demon Saint blinded many.
"Hunfeng, attack!"
With a warning from Hun Miesheng, trapped in the center, the hesitant crowd erupted in chaos.
Eyes fixed fiercely on the black pillar of light. In a split second, the sound of breaking wind filled the sky, almost deafening. Almost every surviving warrior frantically engaged in a desperate attempt to grasp the black pillar of light.
Seeing this, Medusa, filled with murderous intent, was about to unleash a bloody slaughter, but was stopped by Chen Guan's voice transmission. After a brief hesitation, she retreated, allowing the crowd to scramble for the Demonic Fire's origin.
Chen Guan remained where he was, unmoving. Gu Xun'er hadn't been eager to join in, but seeing Hun Feng's unstoppable struggle, his every punch and palm strike unleashed immense power, injuring many formidable warriors. As he neared the source of the Demonic Fire, she finally lost patience.
With a soft snort, she sprang into action.
Chen Guan remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the stalemate high in the sky.
Just then, a young man not yet joined the fray, the last remaining peak-level Dou Zun, suddenly spoke, gazing up at the sky.
"Seniors, we must not allow the Soul Clan to seize the Demonic Fire. The Xiao Clan and the Spirit Clan have already been annihilated by the Soul Clan. If they seize the Demonic Fire and their power continues to grow, the entire continent will face unrest!"
Swish! As
soon as the young man finished speaking, a cold face appeared before him.
Xiao Chen grabbed the young man's shoulders, his body trembling uncontrollably, his dark eyes glowing red, and he could hardly believe the fact he had just heard.
The young man was also a peak Dou Zun, but under his hands, he was like a little chicken, unable to offer any resistance, let alone escape.
With a look of pain on his face, the young man still insisted on repeating it.
"Senior, the Xiao Clan and the Ling Clan have all perished at the hands of the Hun Clan!"
Xiao Chen turned his head back with difficulty and looked at Chen Guan, his intention to verify was obvious.
He really wanted to hear Chen Guan say that this guy was talking nonsense.
Unfortunately, to his despair, Chen Guan nodded.
"Senior, it's true. The Xiao Clan vanished a thousand years ago, and only a few bloodlines remain. I once saw Senior Xiao Xuan's... soul form in the Ancient Realm's Heavenly Tomb."
"No! Brother Xiao Xuan is invincible. Who in this world can kill him? No, I don't believe it!"
Xiao Chen shook his head, roaring angrily, his face etched with madness. With a flick of his hand, a blood-red axe fell into his grasp, his aura instantly surging. He reached
the late stage of a four-star Dou Sheng, the early stage of a five-star Dou Sheng, and finally the middle stage of a five-star Dou Sheng.
Then, Xiao Chen suddenly turned around and charged towards Hun Mie Sheng with unwavering murderous intent.
"Hun Clan!!!"
A furious roar, like the sound of a ghostly spring, its murderous intent so intense it made one's scalp tingle, laced with millennia of regret.
Watching Xiao Chen, his hair and beard dancing wildly, charging at them, Gu Nanhai, Huo Yao, and the others quickly retreated, sighing with emotion but also with a hint of gloating at the Hun Clan's misfortune.
"Hun Miesheng is in dire straits."
"Thousands of years of imprisonment in this illusion—even if he can't cultivate normally during such a long period—still, as the saying goes, dripping water wears away a stone—the achievements accumulated bit by bit are still astonishing. Xiao Chen was already a four-star Dou Sheng when he disappeared, so it's no surprise he's even further advanced."
Gu Nanhai said quietly, a hint of worry in his eyes.
He wasn't sure if Xiao Chen's furious demeanor, upon his release and learning the millennium-long story, would lead him to harbor a grudge against the Gu Clan as well.
If that came to pass, it would be quite a problem.
"Three Heaven-Splitting Axes! Truly a desperate effort!"
Someone recognized Xiao Chen's unique skill and cast their gaze towards the arena. A flash of blood appeared in the sky, and then everyone saw a massive blood-red axe shadow.
Hun Miesheng's expression changed drastically. He puffed his mouth, and a black ball of light erupted. It swelled against the wind, instantly expanding to half a meter in size. From within the ball of light, shrill screams emanated, as if countless souls were devouring each other.
"Swish!"
The axe and ball collided, and a line of blood spread across the dark ball of light. Then, with a bang, it slowly split in two, failing to even explode.
"Die!" "Die!" "Die!"
Xiao Chen, frantic, easily cleaved Hun Mie Sheng's defenses with one axe. Without another word, he took two steps forward and launched three swishes of the massive blood axe in his hand!
The three axes were almost connected. Ordinary people could only see a red shadow passing through the sky with the naked eye. Only a powerful person like Hun Mie Sheng could clearly see three crimson blood lines, violently piercing through space and reaching him in an instant at an extremely terrifying speed.
The three blood lines seemed thin and weak, but the Soul Palace Master sensed an extremely strong sense of danger from them.
"Soul Burial Technique!"
Faced with this crisis, Hun Mie Sheng's body trembled, and his soul unexpectedly floated out from between his eyebrows. Immediately, his arms mysteriously exploded .
" Woooo ... "Die!" Xiao Chen roared, and a stream of blood suddenly shot into the black fog. For a moment, the sky thick with black fog froze, then trembled and dissipated. The fog dissipated, and everyone regained sight. On the battlefield, Hun Mie Sheng stood trembling, covered in blood. A horrific, hideous wound stretched from his right shoulder to his hips, his bones, flesh, and even his wriggling internal organs faintly visible. The axe had nearly shattered his weight by half! Hun Mie Sheng stared at Xiao Chen with a ferocious, sinister gaze. He hurriedly pulled several jade bottles from his ring and poured the liquid into the wound, letting the whistling white mist rise. Immediately, he formed a seal with both hands, and a black curtain of light suddenly emerged, like a prison, enveloping everyone present. "Master Demon, are you really going to wait until I'm dead before you act?" Everyone was startled, their eyes scanning the space, trying to find Voldemort. Chen Guan, perched atop a flaming pillar far behind, wasn't surprised by this outcome. He focused his attention on the battlefield, his gaze sizing up the person who had instigated all this with just a few words. "Who are you?"