Xu Wendong, looking haggard, hovered in mid-air, snorting coldly, "My formation has not been broken by you yet!"
As he spoke, he made hand seals.
The damaged formation quickly healed, seemingly about to return to its original state.
Luo Yun waved his hand, "Enter the formation and capture this kid alive!"
To speak the truth, Xu Wendong’s formation healing speed was indeed fast, but far from matching those cultivators’ speed.
Following Luo Yun’s command, thousands upon thousands of cultivators surged in like a flood, eyes glinting fiercely.
However, just as they stepped into the formation, an indescribable fear instantly filled their hearts.
They looked around, seeing light and shadows interwoven, as if countless eyes were secretly watching them.
Those eyes were cold and rciless, causing a shiver deep in their souls.
They started to feel uneasy, as if stepping deeper into an inescapable nightmare.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek sounded, like the roar of a fierce ghost, striking deep into their souls.
Everyone’s hearts clenched sharply, the fear surged like a tide, almost suffocating them.
They wanted to escape, but the confinent of the formation bound them as if by invisible chains, impossible to break free.
In the next mont.
A terrifying light erupted from the formation, waves of violent energy attacking them like wild beasts.
"Damn it, there’s a slaughter array inside here!"
"Oh my god, how could this be?"
The cultivators from Frostflower Kingdom scread in terror, their faces filled with fear and despair.
They desperately resisted, but the force was as irresistible as a massive wave, repeatedly toppling them.
Seeing their companions around them fall, blood staining the ground red, their inner fear grew even stronger.
They began to doubt if they could escape this deadly trap, regretting stepping into such dangerous territory.
Luo Yun stayed at a distance with a grim expression, eyes filled with anger and hatred.
Until this mont.
He realized he had fallen into Xu Wendong’s trap.
This guy pretended to be overwheld, deliberately showing a flaw, actually intending to lure Frostflower Kingdom’s cultivators into the formation.
"Everyone, follow my command, forcefully break this formation!" Luo Yun ordered again, knowing if they didn’t break the formation soon, the Frostflower Kingdom cultivators inside would perish here.
He didn’t want such heavy casualties.
This would severely impact Frostflower Kingdom’s morale.
"Attack!"
Countless Frostflower Kingdom cultivators brandished weapons, wielding magical treasures, unleashing their strongest attacks on the formation.
Various colored lights enveloped this land, dimming the heavens and earth.
The void trembled swiftly, appearing as if it would be annihilated at any mont.
Xu Wendong’s expression also grew more solemn.
Compared to a confinent array, a slaughter array’s endurance was clearly much weaker.
If he continued to let the Frostflower Kingdom cultivators attack without responding, this formation could only hold for five minutes at most.
Thinking of this, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He slowly grasped his right hand, and in an instant, a golden light condensed in his hand, the Sword of rit appeared.
Xu Wendong held the Sword of rit tightly, the blade hums in response to his inner turmoil.
In the next mont, he soared into the sky, actively leaving the formation, with firm resolve in his eyes, a desire for victory.
"You dare leave the formation?" Luo Yun was stunned, never expecting Xu Wendong to dare leave the formation voluntarily.
Even though his strength was not ordinary.
But to them, after leaving the protection of the formation.
Xu Wendong was rely fish on the chopping block.
"The formation is just a skill, not enough to showcase my strength!" Xu Wendong was bold and magnificent.
He looked down at the Frostflower Kingdom cultivator camp below, a surge of indescribable excitent rising in his heart.
He took a deep breath, feeling the tense and solemn atmosphere in the air.
In the next mont.
He moved.
Like a remnant shadow, he stord into the enemy camp.
He wielded the Sword of rit, each flicker of the sword light accompanied by a roar.
This roar was like the summons of a Grim Reaper.
Every ti the longsword fell, it splashed a mist of crimson blood.
No matter if his enemy was at the Body Integration Realm, Transcendence Tribulation Stage, or Mahayana Realm.
Before the Sword of rit, they were like grass.
Suddenly.
An old man in a black robe appeared like a ghost before Xu Wendong, skeletal thin like decaying wood.
The sunken eyes exuded a green light, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, projecting a chilling feeling.
"Xu, you can die now!" The old man’s eyes revealed coldness and cunning.
He sneered, launching a fierce attack on Xu Wendong.
Xu Wendong gracefully dodged the opponent’s attack.
He tightly gripped the Sword of rit, quickly counterattacking, a sharp sword light slicing through the air, straight at the old man’s vital point.
"Not good!"
The old man’s pupils shrank, surprised by Xu Wendong’s ability to ignore his gaze.
And not only was the attack terrifying, but the speed was also surprisingly fast.
This was beyond his expectation.
Without thinking much, he hastily swung the sword to block, but Xu Wendong’s swordsmanship was so exquisite, breaking his defense instantly.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, the old man’s chest pierced by the Sword of rit, blood gushing out.
He widened his eyes, incredulously staring at Xu Wendong, as if unable to comprehend being defeated by such a young man.
Others witnessing Xu Wendong slay the old man gasped inwardly.
To know this old man was the Sect Master of Yin Talisman Sect, one of the eight top forces in Frostflower Kingdom, possessing a Mahayana Peak Cultivation.
His strength was unfathomable, especially those eyes capable of temporarily paralyzing others’ consciousness, causing a montary blank.
Though brief.
But for cultivators, this brief mont could determine victory or defeat.
However.
No one expected.
Xu Wendong could instantly kill the Sect Master of Yin Talisman Sect!
It must be said, his strength truly reached the level of a top powerhouse in the cultivation world!
"Xu, prepare to die!"
Luo Yun shouted, holding a spear, diving in at terrifying speed, catching everyone off guard.
The spear in hand was like a Flood Dragon out at sea, tearing through the void, exuding a violent aura, amidst expectant gazes, hitting Xu Wendong’s chest.
Everyone assud Xu Wendong’s chest would surely be pierced.
After all, Luo Yun’s strength was inherently formidable.
But what shocked everyone was at the mont Luo Yun’s spear tip hit Xu Wendong, a tallic clash echoed.
In the next mont, Xu Wendong was blasted several kiloters away, looking down at the red spot on his chest, eyes filled with bewildernt: "A scratch?"
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