Chapter 574: The Rise and Fall of the Formation

Chapter 574: Chapter 574: The Rise and Fall of the Formation

The force, powerful enough to sunder mountains, was swiftly dissipated under the relentless barrage of slicing energy.

Vast quantities of Hundred Forged Demon Qi disintegrated as the Pure Thunder Fiend whittled them away.

"Aaargh!"

Sun Qishan’s massive body suddenly arched, all color draining from his face.

His arms trembled violently. The webbing of his hands split open, dripping with purple-black Demon Blood.

The faint sound of cracking could be heard from his arm bones, which were as durable as Magical Treasures.

His opponent’s method of turning the Thunder Array into a shield was nothing short of miraculous. He had redirected his own power, grinding it down and striking back with a force a hundred, even a thousand times sharper, completely neutralizing his attack of pure strength and sending the shockwaves back into his own body.

His Dao Foundation, which he had believed to be indestructible, was now riddled with cracks from that single attack.

Their coordinated, devastating blow had been met head-on by Xu Yunfan using just one array and one technique. And in that same instant, all three of them had been wounded to varying degrees.

’Is this the Divine Sky Scripture?!’

’How can it be so powerful when combined with an array?!’

A tempest raged in Zhao Moyang’s heart—a whirlwind of shock, terror, and an even deeper, more profound greed.

He could see that Xu Yunfan had used a Secret Technique to temporarily boost his aura, but this Divine Technique—combining control of the Array Disc with Thunder Techniques—was simply ingenious. Its might was beyond his imagination, far exceeding the limits of a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

’If his Cultivation Technique weren’t so heaven-defying, how could this be possible?!’

’I must obtain this True Scripture, no matter the cost.’

If Xu Yunfan knew what Zhao Moyang was thinking, he would undoubtedly look upon him with utter pity.

It was the man who was strong, not the True Scripture.

Even if Zhao Moyang obtained the complete True Scripture, how could he ever achieve such strength without profound Array Dao Mastery, without expertise in the shifting forms of Thunder Techniques, and without the aid of the Attribute Panel to ensure every advancement was perfect?

Xu Yunfan gave them no chance to catch their breath or regroup for another assault.

In the instant the three were wounded and stumbling, their Heart and Spirit in disarray, the Main Seal Technique in Xu Yunfan’s hands shifted once more.

A resplendent purple seal on his brow suddenly flared with brilliant light, seeming to resonate with the very core of the Heaven-locking Array.

"All Heaven Star Wheel, Nine Heavens in place, Myriad Thunders converge!"

The cold, murderous command echoed throughout the Thunder Array.

VMMMM! BOOM!!

The Five Thunder Reverse Yuan Locking Heaven Formation erupted in its most frenzied swan song.

The entire Grand Array lit up as it collapsed inward, like a colossal thunder-core reactor reaching critical mass.

The light curtain that spanned a thousand zhang caved in, compressing down to a mere hundred.

The three hundred and sixty Celestial Spirit Thunder Slaughter Beads abruptly merged into a single entity.

It condensed into a terrifying vortex of thunderous plasma several zhang in diameter, like a miniature Thunder Pool.

At the center of the vortex was no longer a sphere of deep purple lightning, but a core burning with purple-gold flames.

The Nine Heavens Purple Micro Emperor Thunder.

The Grinding Disc Shield, which had been formed by the All Heaven Destruction Thunder Net, instantly disintegrated. It broke apart into countless, even more frenzied and finer filaments of destructive lightning that swept out like a storm, indiscriminately slicing toward the three cultivators within the array.

Zhao Moyang bore the brunt of the assault.

Facing this storm of Thunder Fiend that felt like the crushing power of Heaven and Earth itself, he let out a wretched howl. His Profound Yin Robe instantly billowed to its limit, spewing forth a viscous, ink-jade Profound Yin Demon Light that formed layer upon layer of a turtle shell-like barrier around him.

This was the strongest defensive Daoist Technique from his Profound Yin Soul Slaying Scripture: the Profound Yin Sea Covering Shield.

TZZZZZLA!

The moment the Moyu Shield met the sky-spanning storm of Purple Gold Thunder Threads, it began to melt with a piercing sizzle, like a hot knife through butter.

The corrosive and plundering properties of the Profound Yin Qi—two major aspects of its Daoist Technique—were utterly useless before the ultimate purity of the Ziwei Emperor Thunder and its will of destructive Thunderbolt. It was like sludge in a gutter being baked dry by the Nine Heavens True Yang.

Layer after layer of the Ink Jade Barrier frantically collapsed and melted away.

"Hold! Damn it, hold!"

His eyes threatening to split from their sockets, Zhao Moyang spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood and fused it with his shield, heedless of the cost to his Origin.

But the storm of thunder threads was all-pervasive. It had already penetrated the outer barrier, and its terrifying might carried the inherent paralyzing properties of a Thunderbolt. His Divine Soul felt as if it were being pierced by ten thousand needles, causing his reaction speed and Magical Power circulation to plummet.

Endless terror flooded his heart. ’This Thunder Technique is the perfect counter to my Cultivation Technique!’

A frigid aura erupted around Leng Yuehua. Countless tiny icicles and ice spikes materialized from thin air, swirling around her like a blizzard as she retreated rapidly, attempting to evade the brunt of the Thunder Net.

However, the storm of thunder threads filled the entire compressed space. There was no escape.

The instant the Purple Gold Thunder Threads touched her icicles and ice spikes, they shattered and vaporized with the sound of breaking glass.

Her protective Ice Spirit Realm fluctuated violently, spraying shards of ice as several gaps were torn open in an instant.

Several Purple Gold Thunder Threads slithered through like venomous snakes, lashing viciously against her Protective Spiritual Light.

"Pfft!"

Leng Yuehua’s body trembled violently. An unnatural flush of crimson spread across her pretty, frost-covered face as she spat out a mist of blood tinged with frigid energy. Her aura weakened visibly.

The Spiritual Light on her Silver Threaded Flowing Cloud Skirt dimmed, and the hem even showed signs of being scorched and curled.

Her Sea of Divine Consciousness churned with agony. She had yet to recover from the backlash of her Green Bamboo Sword’s spirituality being severely damaged, and now a new injury was piled on top of the old.

Sun Qishan was in the most wretched state of all.

He had led the frontal assault and was the closest to Xu Yunfan, so the majority of the Thunder Net storm’s power was directed at him.

"ROOOAR!!!"

He let out a beastly roar and, ignoring the searing pain in his torn arms, frantically swung the heavy, pitch-black Giant Axe. He whipped up a Gang Wind of bloody Demon Qi, trying to cleave a path through the deadly storm of Thunder Fiend.

But swinging the Giant Axe through the storm was incredibly difficult; each chop felt like he was wading through a viscous, heavy mire of pure Thunderbolt.

Every Purple Gold Thunder Thread that coiled around his axe and arms brought a bone-deep, agonizing paralysis, while an all-pervasive intent of destructive thunder eroded his demonic body and his Dao Foundation.

His protective aura of blood-fiend Demon Light was repeatedly sliced and pierced by innumerable thunder threads, like a death by a thousand cuts, until it was riddled with holes.

"Urgh!"

Sun Qishan’s massive body convulsed under the lightning. His bulging muscles, once gleaming with a metallic sheen, were bombarded until they turned black and charred. His skin split open, revealing deep, scorched gashes that exposed the bone beneath. Purple-black Demon Blood gushed out, only to be instantly vaporized into a foul-smelling mist by the intense heat.

Like a savage beast cornered and desperate, he let out agonized howls, the ferocity in his eyes replaced by unconcealable pain and a flicker of terror.

The sea of lightning churned, and the storm raged on.

In just a few breaths, the hundred-zhang space compressed by the Heaven-locking Array was a scene of utter devastation.

Zhao Moyang was a wretched sight. His Profound Yin Robe was torn in numerous places, his ink-black hair was scorched and disheveled, and his handsome face was seared with black marks from the Thunder Fiend. His aura was feeble to the extreme. He was relying solely on burning his Primordial Essence Blood to maintain the crumbling Profound Yin Shield. Each impact from the thunder threads sent violent tremors through his body, forcing him to spit up more blood.

Leng Yuehua’s icy mask of composure had completely shattered. Her face was as pale as paper, and her silver skirt was charred black. With a faint aura, she lay collapsed on a patch of frozen ground covered in shattered Ice Crystals. Her Green Bamboo Sword lay feebly beside her, the Spiritual Light on its blade all but extinguished.

Sun Qishan had suffered the most grievous injuries. He was half-kneeling on the ground, using his Giant Axe as a crutch to barely keep himself from collapsing.

Not a single spot on his body was left unscathed. He was covered in charred skin and wounds so deep the bone was visible. His Demon Blood soaked the ground, forming a small pool around him.

He gasped for breath, each ragged inhale flecked with blood. On his rugged face, nothing remained but desperate exhaustion and agony.