Chapter 166: Trapped and Forced to Fight!
The methods employed by his enemies were all familiar.
One man waved his hand, and a giant Nascent Soul puppet emerged, oppressing its surroundings through its mere aura.
The eerie old man manipulated a walking corpse whose flesh had long since decayed.
The woman stayed as indifferent as ever. With a flick of her sleeve, formation flags shot in every direction. Layer upon layer of arrays unfolded across the battlefield, sealing the surrounding space while simultaneously launching countless attacks.
Battle formations. Puppets. Corpses. Spells. Magic weapons.
Within the span of a single breath, Chen Xuan found himself facing the combined wrath of the demonic faction.
The man who had spoken earlier had not been exaggerating.
Faced with such overwhelming attacks while trapped inside the small space of the sealing formation, no ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would have any hope of survival.
Even Soul Formation experts would be forced to proceed cautiously.
If they underestimated the enemy or failed to act quickly, the countless trump cards hidden by these cultivators could very well cost them their lives.
The coordination between the dozen experts was surprisingly smooth. It was obvious that this ambush had not been prepared overnight.
Yet although Chen Xuan felt some pressure for the first time in quite a while, not a trace of fear appeared on his face.
His expression remained utterly calm.
In fact, this was the first difficult battle he had encountered in a long time.
Although his confrontation against the Soul Formation zombie had appeared dangerous, Chen Xuan had always retained the option of retreating.
If things truly went south, he could simply escape, whether within the Seven Trials Tower or from the eastern region as a whole.
This battle was different.
As he glanced at the sealing formation surrounding him, even Chen Xuan had to admit that escaping by force would not be easy.
The surrounding space had become incomparably solid. Every inch of it was reinforced by countless overlapping runes.
He understood everything quickly.
If he wished to leave this place alive today, there was only one option:
To defeat the enemies before him.
With that thought, Chen Xuan’s eyes narrowed.
His gaze swept across the battlefield before finally settling on the best target—the woman maintaining the formations.
She was both the creator of the cage and the one continuously reinforcing it.
In any battle, eliminating the "spellcaster" first was the most logical decision.
Unfortunately, his enemies clearly understood the same principle.
Several Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded the woman from every direction.
Their divine senses remained locked onto Chen Xuan, prepared to intercept him once he showed signs of making a move.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan inwardly clicked his tongue.
These people were far more disciplined than the demonic cultivators he had encountered before. Everyone performed their assigned role perfectly.
At the very least, they gave him no loopholes to exploit.
Since attacking the formation master directly was impossible for now, his attention shifted elsewhere.
His gaze landed on the nearest opponent—a rugged middle-aged man whose fingers extended dozens of nearly invisible threads, each connected to the giant puppet.
As his eyes locked onto him, Chen Xuan moved.
Naturally, he had no intention of standing still while his enemies launched spells and magic weapons.
Before the first barrage of spells and treasures could even reach him, his figure blurred.
The next instant, he vanished from his original position, appearing several hundred feet away and closing in on the puppet master.
His speed shocked everyone present.
Yet just as he prepared to advance further, the giant puppet sprang into motion.
Despite its enormous beast-like body, its movements were astonishingly agile.
It crossed the distance almost instantly, moving in front of Chen Xuan and blocking his path before he could reach its master.
Then it attacked.
Unlike the puppets Chen Xuan had encountered on previous battlefields, this one didn’t rely solely on its physical strength.
A light shone across its body.
The surrounding Spiritual Energy immediately became chaotic and gathered together.
Then, to everyone’s surprise, the gathered Spiritual Energy transformed into several large-scale spells.
Blazing fireballs. Sword Qi. Lightning spears. Wind blades.
Countless attacks condensed almost instantly and rained down onto Chen Xuan from every direction.
The cultivator controlling the puppet grinned.
This puppet had accompanied him since his youth and had grown alongside him for hundreds of years.
He had personally refined every inch of its body, going through the trouble of engraving hundreds of formations into its core.
The result was evident. All he needed was one thought, and these formations would turn into offensive spells.
This was his greatest trump card and was most powerful against unsuspecting enemies like Chen Xuan.
Once they mistakenly believed that the puppet could only fight in close-quarters, they would find themselves suffering greatly.
Seeing Chen Xuan continue charging without showing the slightest intention of retreating, the puppet master’s grin widened even further.
He could already picture the young man’s body being torn apart by the spells.
Yet that smile was soon wiped off his face.
Faced with the overwhelming barrage, Chen Xuan neither dodged nor blocked. He simply continued forward, allowing the spells to land on his body.
Under normal circumstances, he looked bound to become a pile of minced meat.
However, the actual outcome was beyond anyone’s expectations.
Though the spells struck him, they failed to cause him any harm.
Not only was his body completely unharmed, but even his clothes remained spotless, as though the blows had merely been a passing breeze.
Chen Xuan remained completely unscathed!
Without allowing anyone to recover, Chen Xuan arrived before the puppet.
He raised both hands.
Black-and-white patterns emerged from his fingertips.
They intertwined above his head before transforming into a giant curtain.
The curtain rumbled violently before descending toward its opponent.
Then little by little, it appeared to wipe away its existence.
Yin-Yang Prison—the spell Chen Xuan had once used to imprison the Soul Formation zombie.
Back then, he had required Su Tianyi’s assistance just to unleash its full might. Otherwise, its power would decrease significantly.
But now, after fusing with a Law Mark and advancing his cultivation, he no longer needed anyone’s help.
If anything, the spell had become even stronger.
The puppet—capable of contending against peak Nascent Soul cultivators—had no power to resist.
Before anyone could react, its massive body had already shrunk into a tiny black-and-white speck before disappearing entirely into Chen Xuan’s sleeve.
The puppet master froze. His eyes widened in horror.
The connection between him and his life-bound puppet had been severed completely.
"Pfft!"
He coughed out a mouthful of blood as his face instantly turned pale.
His aura fluctuated violently as the backlash affected his entire body, causing even his Nascent Soul to tremble.
Chen Xuan naturally had no intention of letting such an opportunity slip away.
Without pausing for a split second, he stepped forward, intending to close the remaining distance between them.
Yet just as he prepared to deliver the finishing blow, alarm bells rang in his heart.
As he halted his advance and turned around, his pupils reflected what appeared to be a sun.
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