All of them struck at once, and the Devouring Sword Formation was destroyed.
The awe-inspiring Dao Magic burst forth with dazzling radiance, like a golden sun illuminating this part of the world.
The Great Formation cracked and shattered, the Red Sword dissipated, and the flames burning upon the ground were extinguished in an instant, the world returned to normal once again.
At this moment, the world fell into a deep silence.
Every disciple of the Netherworld Hall, along with the surviving martial artists and cultivators, felt a tidal wave of disbelief in their hearts.
"The Sword Array! It has truly been broken!"
The numerous disciples of the Netherworld Hall couldn’t believe it, they dared not believe that the Holy Maiden, whom they viewed as omnipotent, had her Great Formation, which took ten years to set up, broken by someone.
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"Am I dreaming?"
A disciple of the Netherworld Hall slapped their cheeks, suspecting that they were dreaming.
"Kill!"
At this moment, Qinchuan let out a fierce shout and attacked the Netherworld Saintess once again, the brutality in his voice containing Great Dao Rune Patterns, which brought everyone back from their trance.
"This is definitely not a dream!"
The Netherworld Saintess herself was shocked by the opponent’s tactics, and after coming back to her senses, her face turned frosty, and a crimson murderous intent burst forth from her eyes.
"Everyone, attack together and be sure to slay all of these people, especially that boy, he must not be spared!"
"Kill!"
At this moment, everyone moved.
On the side of the Netherworld Hall, aside from the surviving Heaven Devouring Beast and Titan Ox among the eight guards, after more than ten years of planning, there were still hundreds of Dao Palace powerhouses, as well as countless Spirit Martial realm martial artists, forming a terrifying and formidable force.
During the previous fight, most of the Dao Palace powerhouses had to maintain the operation of the Great Formation and did not participate in the combat, but now, all of them rushed to the battle together.
Ling Xian’er, Ji Huo’er, Ding Hao, Xiao Fengyu and the others, upon seeing the dense crowd of cultivators and martial artists overpowering them, also looked incredibly uneasy.
"Quickly, get back to the side of the statue!"
Ling Xian’er’s complexion changed, and she immediately cried out in her delicate voice.
However, most of these Dao Palace powerhouses weren’t charging at Ling Xian’er and the others but were instead fiercely attacking Qinchuan.
At this moment, Qinchuan burst forth, his body exploding with golden light, with the Heavenly Metamorphosis Inkstone under his feet as he steered an endless Thunder Pool into the sky.
Golden light flickered, and the lightning within the Thunder Pool transformed into spherical bolts, thundering out randomly, striking the Dao Palace powerhouses, and instantly countless martial artists were struck down, their essence blood flowing towards the Life Prohibition Zone.
"Quick!"
The Netherworld Saintess followed closely behind him, nine cold moon wheels shimmering with a soft, chilling, and beautiful moonlight, utterly sacred, crashing down on his back ferociously.
Qinchuan was going berserk, his entire spine turned crystal clear as Innate True Qi roared out from the Innate marrow, evolving into the profundities he understood. With the power of his Physical Body, he resisted the assault of the Moon Wheel.
"Boom Boom Boom!"
The two forces collided continuously, and the ancient city walls kept bursting out terrifying Prohibitions, cracking the ground with fearsome fissures.
Apart from Qinchuan, Ling Xian’er’s group of eight and the four stone statues also erupted in terrifying bursts.
Netherworld Hall disciples were numerous and densely packed; however, the statues were illusions of Ancient Fierce Beasts. It was only through Qinchuan’s schemes over several generations that they were transformed into stone statues, allowing them to evade the rules of this world and enter it. Although they no longer possessed the divine might of the past, they were still far beyond what a Dao Palace Realm Cultivator could subdue.
The only ones capable of contending with the stone statues were members of the Titan Ancestral Tribe, for they used the pure Physical Power and lacked Dao Magic, allowing them to evade the detection of the world’s rules.
However, two members of the Titan Ancestral Tribe were entangled by Ju Mang and Chi Zhen, rendering them unable to play a significant role.
Ling Xian’er and the others stood atop Yimo and the Spirit Snake, blocking the path like impregnable guardians, with Netherworld Hall forces only able to maintain a deadlock through their numerical advantage.
For a time, this place erupted in battle; both sides collided and clashed without restraint, causing the clouds in the sky to dissipate, the mountains to overturn, the rivers to cease flowing, as people fought in the void and entangled on the ground.
Everyone joined the chaotic fray, not just the disciples of Netherworld Hall and Ling Xian’er’s group, but also the Martial Artists and Cultivators who had miraculously survived under the Devouring Sword Formation.
This moment turned this place into a world’s end, an Asura Purgatory with flesh and blood flying everywhere as everyone’s eyes turned red with killing intent.
Although the Great Formation was destroyed, Essence Blood was gathering more and more. What was merely a stream of Essence Blood had now become a river, with waves reaching to the sky and rolling towards the Life Prohibition Zone’s Pixiu.
Among them, the most terrifying were Qinchuan and the Netherworld Saintess.
One was a Nine Lives Reincarnation with an Asura Divine Body and two awakened but incomplete Innate organs. The other was a Heaven’s favored daughter from the Mend Heaven Sect of the Upper Realm, with a master capable of seeing through Qinchuan’s existence and an Innate Life Instrument forged for her by a supreme power.
Although both of them possessed only the strength of the Nine Layers of the Spirit Martial Realm, their continuous battle and the terrifying aura they unleashed crushed everyone else. They dominated the earth and swept through the crowds, causing countless people to tremble with fear, and even many Dao Palace Realm powerhouses were subdued by them.
This was a battle of dragons and tigers with blood spilling everywhere. Qinchuan and the Netherworld Saintess were covered in blood, from their own wounds, from each other’s, and also from that of the Netherworld Hall disciples.
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The two battled their way from the entrance of the Life Prohibition Zone, charging and defending, shedding blood across thousands of miles, all the way to the depths of the Life Prohibition Zone.
Ji Huo’er and the others rode atop the stone statues, defending against the attacks of Netherworld Hall disciples while also moving towards the interior of the Life Prohibition Zone.
Everyone fought fiercely, throwing out Divine Skills and Mysterious Techniques while advancing towards the interior of the Life Prohibition Zone, with countless clusters of divine light colliding as they moved forward.
The Life Prohibition Zone was filled with dangers and proliferated with Prohibitions; countless Martial Artists and Cultivators barely stepped in, instantly swallowed by the dazzling divine light and Prohibitions without making a sound.
However, by then, everyone’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. Some, upon seeing people in front of them vanish without a trace, knew that they had been devoured by the Prohibitions. Yet far from being frightened, they instantly turned and attacked another person.
But the moment they turned around, Demonic Qi surged, and the world instantly darkened, as they were promptly consumed by Yin Spirits.
Everyone pressed forward towards the Life Prohibition Zone amid battle, but the closer they got to the center, the more frequent and powerful they found the Prohibitions within it to be.
Even with the protection of the stone statues, Xiao Changfeng’s companion, a youth called Xiao Ruolin, had his arm struck by Demonic Qi. The Qi quickly spread, and had he not decisively amputated his arm immediately, he would have lost his life; otherwise, he would have likely perished on the spot.
The crowd battled fiercely all the way, and time passed without knowing how many young talents had fallen.
At this time, a majestic Bronze Gate appeared at the end of the road, silent and massive, grand and vast. Just a Bronze Gate stood solitary at the end of the ancient road, covered with thick dust, exuding an ancient simplicity.
It made one feel the hazy flow of time, the changes of the ages, bringing a sense of endless tranquility and antiquity.