blogombal 633. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada
633. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada
At this moment, many people in Saint Pill City were overjoyed. Many powerful figures who had been waiting for a long time quickly took to the air, wanting to leave immediately through the exit that Qing Lin had just opened with his blade.
The Tower of Pills is indeed bustling today, but the prerequisite for enjoying the spectacle is ensuring your own safety. With Saint Pill City under lockdown, countless people are forced to remain here. Given the opportunity before them, most people would rather leave this awful place first; who knows what they might encounter if they stay?
In stark contrast to their emotions, both Little Fairy Doctor and Tang Zhen felt a profound sense of powerlessness. While Qing Lin's all-out slash had indeed created a massive gap in the great formation, the spatial severance was not yet over; they remained trapped within the formation.
"What's going on? The spatial jade isn't working at all," Tang exclaimed in shock.
"There's only one possibility: this formation has been broken." Wei Jiangyuan said in a deep voice, "But the Spirit Clan still has a backup plan!"
As if to confirm Wei Jiangyuan's words, the seven Douhuang powerhouses at the forefront suddenly stopped, their Dou Qi wings on their backs vanished like bubbles, and each of them was directly crushed into a cloud of blood mist by a powerful force.
"There's an ambush!" A pitiful warning rang out.
However, this warning was meaningless. The cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, surged through the cracks in the formation. The protective battle aura of the dozens of people at the forefront was torn apart as if by thin paper, and scarlet blood mist gushed out from their seven orifices—their hands were now tightly gripping their throats, but what seeped out between their fingers was not bright red, but pitch-black battle aura energy.
At this moment, the first group of people who rushed out of the breach also rang out with ear-piercing screams and wails. Many of those who had taken off were now forced back, and because there were so many people rushing forward and retreating, they were all crowded together.
Wei Jiangyuan immediately used his soul power to probe, and after understanding the situation on the outermost edge, his expression darkened: "The Spirit Race still has an ambush; the great formation has not been completely broken."
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Upon seeing the gap in the great formation, Ling Haonan looked up again and said to Xuan Leizi, who was waiting on the side and unwilling to leave, "The help you wanted has arrived."
"Huh?" Xuan Leizi really didn't understand what Ling Haonan meant at this moment.
"Let's take the atmosphere to another level tonight." Ling Haonan gazed at the vast Holy Pill City, lost in thought. No one knew what he was planning at that moment.
What Xuan Leizi didn't know was that Ling Haonan hadn't truly given up on him; the so-called "wait a little longer" wasn't just a perfunctory excuse.
Even before Qing Lin shattered the great formation with a single move, a group of dozens of people were already waiting outside the formation. These people varied in strength, but at this moment they were all gathered around an absolute core figure.
A tall, masked man stood suspended in mid-air, draped in a silver-patterned cloak that billowed in the night wind. A demonic mask with blue faces and fangs concealed his features, revealing only his sharply defined jawline. In his left hand, he held a star compass half his height, its surface shimmering with fine, spiderweb-like dark gold light trails, each line reflecting the fluctuations of the nine pillars of light within Saint Dan City.
The compass in his palm was identical to the array joint compass held by the fifty Dou Zun of the Spirit Clan, except that his was significantly larger. The compass in the man's hand displayed images, revealing everything within Saint Pill City. This included Qing Lin and his group's actions in breaking the array, and the fact that he had stopped observing after Lei Jingxiao and the others disrupted the array's aura.
"Everyone, as per the Supreme Elder's instructions, it is now time for us to enter the formation and take control of the situation." The masked man's voice was quite magnetic, and his unhurried tone gave people a sense of composure that even a collapsing mountain could not shake.
"Hehe, Young Master Fengzhui, give the order. I haven't had a killing spree in many years. It's truly my pleasure to be able to make a move in Saint Pill City now."
A figure dressed in a dark gray robe stood in mid-air. This person had long gray hair and a face without wrinkles, which was unusually fair. If it weren't for the pair of eyes that were filled with blue light and exuded an aura of old age, no one would probably think that he was an old demon who had lived for hundreds of years.
This gray-robed figure appeared quite ordinary at first glance, even his aura was like that of an ordinary person; he seemed unremarkable. However, anyone who underestimated him would pay a heavy price, for he was also a semi-saint, even a top-tier semi-saint—the Heavenly Nether Sect's Heavenly Nether Old Demon.
The person in front of him, whom he could command with absolute obedience, was none other than Ling Fengzhui, the prodigy of the Spirit Clan.
Ling Fengzhui and Ling Zhuo are both young talents cultivated by the Ling Clan in recent years. Ling Zhuo was sent to Saint Pill City to participate in the Pill Gathering because of his identity as an alchemist, while Ling Fengzhui was sent to the Heavenly Nether Sect.
Unlike Ling Zhuo, who struggled to gain the upper hand against Xiao Yan and ultimately died, Ling Fengzhui completed his mission flawlessly. The Tianming Sect submitted to his command and eventually dispatched their elite forces to the area.
"Senior Tianming, I cannot entrust this massacre task to you yet," Ling Fengzhui replied first, his tone seemingly respectful, but in reality, he left no room for negotiation with the old demon Tianming. As a junior, it was inappropriate for him to say such a thing.
"Of course, the same applies to everyone else. The Supreme Elder has given clear instructions regarding tonight's events: do not deliberately cripple the elites of the Pill Tower. Especially alchemists of the seventh rank and above; we only need to make sure they are incapable of resistance and capture them all."
Hearing Ling Fengzhui's instructions, the Tianming Sect's elite troops, who had been eager to act, were now somewhat disappointed. After all, in the original structure of Zhongzhou—one palace, one tower, two sects, three valleys, and four pavilions—the Tianming Sect had always been firmly suppressed by the Pill Tower. Ultimately, due to its inferior strength, it had remained subordinate to the Pill Tower for many years.
If the Soul Palace and the Pill Tower were long-time rivals, then the Netherworld Sect wouldn't even be worthy of the Pill Tower's respect. Now, by joining the Spirit Clan, they hoped to use their momentum to give the Pill Tower a good thrashing, but ultimately, it still failed.
Tianming Laoyao also fell silent at this moment. Lingfengzhui seemed not to hear Tianming Laoyao's attitude and continued to make demands: "Moreover, I need Senior Tianming to deal with the strongest opponent in this battle, the woman with the Jade Serpent Three-Flower Pupil."
"Young Master Fengzhui, this old man has only one question: after tonight's mission is accomplished, will the Heavenly Nether Sect's status still be below that of the Pill Tower?"
"I don't know. This matter was decided by the Supreme Elder, and I have no right to speak out." Ling Fengzhui shook his head frankly.
"Even if no one in the Spirit Clan remembers what happened tonight, I, Ling Fengzhui, will remember it!"