Chapter 376: The Difference Between Formations and Formations
Chapter 376: The Difference Between Formations and Formations
Miao Qinghui clenched her palms with all her strength.
Clearly, Tong Shidi had given up any hope of slaying the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign.
He intended to stay behind and cover their retreat.
"Be careful yourself," Miao Qinghui said, knowing that this was not the time for hesitation. She left only a brief instruction and once again used the Mystic Tower to help the senior sister repel the Nine-Tattooed Golden-Winged Tiger. With a loud voice, she shouted, "Split up and run!"
As her words fell, she quickly fled into the distance.
Tong Xincuan adjusted his breathing and instantly activated the grand array. A phoenix danced, scattering radiant dust everywhere, and with golden threads as boundaries, it enveloped all the tiger demons.
He turned to look, and saw that Lingxi Zhenren was still trembling and pinching his spell formation, but instead of attacking the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign, he was instinctively healing his injuries.
"Hurry up and leave!" Tong Xincuan's heart felt like dead ashes.
"I... What about me if I leave?" Lingxi Zhenren's face was full of panic, and he trembled as he spoke.
"Get out of here!"
Tong Xincuan glared at him, and his emotions finally began to crumble.
With their combined efforts, as long as the senior sister performed normally, they could at least hold their own against this great Demon Sovereign, if not defeat her.
Who would have thought that she would be so domineering on Wutong Mountain, and that she would be no different from an idiot once she came out?
After just two encounters, they were severely injured by a Demon Sovereign of the same level.
There was no point in continuing the fight!
Suddenly, a loud roar startled Lingxi Zhenren, and he blankly flew towards the distance, looking back as he retreated.
"Senior Sister, go this way!"
Qingfeng Zhenren slammed his forehead and summoned a flying shuttle, guiding the senior sister's path before fleeing in the other direction.
Zila—
Almost simultaneously, the giant phoenix was torn apart by sharp claws!
The Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign punched and shattered the light curtain.
She calmly stepped into the second binding array.
"I'm actually quite curious," the voluptuous woman said with a smile as she broke the formation. "Given your personalities, it's rare for you to act together. Did this lion provoke you all?"
Until this moment, she hadn't even revealed her true form.
"..."
Tong Xincuan fell silent for a moment, then said calmly, "To kill a Human Race Talent, you must pay with your life. I want to live well in the future, and I can't just watch as it rises. It's just bad luck."
As he spoke, his face grew paler.
He was actually fighting with the great Demon Sovereign, trying to set up a fourth grand array while she broke through the formation.
This action pushed his divine soul to its limit.
Finally, the Divine Sky Silk on his fingertips was exhausted.
He stumbled and fell to the ground, taking out various array objects from his storage bag to complete the grand array.
The Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign watched his actions indifferently and punched again, unleashing a vast demonic power that surged like an ocean, breaking through the second formation.
"Not bad. As a reward, you can be the first to die."
Upon hearing this, Tong Xincuan calmly calculated the time.
Realizing that there was no time to set up the fifth formation, he smiled at the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign, "If possible, I'd like to try to escape. There might be a chance."
"I hope you're this optimistic in your next life."
The voluptuous woman slowly crawled on the ground, and her demonic power swept through, revealing her massive tiger body in its original spot.
She watched Tong Xincuan's retreating figure.
Suddenly, she pounced forward, and her golden wings were covered in flowing light. Her majestic form collided with great force, shattering two formations in succession.
"..."
Tong Xincuan fled with all his might.
He had never experienced such a miserable situation in the first half of his life, yet he had gone through it twice in a short period.
Sensing the sinister aura from behind,
He silently closed his eyes.
Damn it, I shouldn't have come to this Wutong Mountain. I should've died sooner and spared myself today's troubles.
In a daze, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in his ear.
"Come here."
Tong Xincuan's heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, he looked in a certain direction.
He had only been joking earlier, but could there really be a glimmer of hope?
But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out who, besides his master and Nie Jun, would dare to lend him a helping hand in front of the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign.
"What are you thinking about?"
A crisp, curious voice sounded quietly from behind him.
Tong Xincuan's hairs stood on end, and immediately, a large tiger paw slapped him on the back.
With just one strike, his body cracked open, and thick clear light surged towards the sky.
"Pfft!"
Tong Xincuan's face contorted, but he made no sound.
He knew that he was still alive.
Only because this great Demon Sovereign was toying with him, like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the cruel pleasure of the hunt.
If it were any other enemy, Tong Xincuan would have felt utterly humiliated.
But facing the Golden-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger, he felt only deep despair.
He could only rely on his last shred of consciousness and run towards the direction of the voice he had heard.
Thump!
Tong Xincuan stumbled and fell, his bright red robe covered in grass and mud, looking utterly pathetic.
He trembled as he opened his eyes, gazing at the pair of tall boots in his blurry vision.
He looked up.
There was a black robe as dark as ink, adorned with intricate golden silk patterns, depicting auspicious dragons and phoenixes amidst golden clouds.
He stared at the young man's face.
On that handsome face, clear eyes stared calmly ahead.
Tong Xincuan's palms suddenly sank into the mud, and he was shocked: "You're not dead?!"
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at him with a hint of speechlessness.
Then, he stepped over him and continued walking.
He really couldn't understand how these idiots thought. Why would they rush into the Thousand Demons Cave at a time like this?
If it weren't for the need to distract the other demons and give Great Qian some peace, Shen Yi wouldn't bother with this trivial matter.
"Another one?"
The Golden-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger hung in the air, looking curiously downwards: "He thought you were dead... So you're the so-called Heavenly Talent?"
She examined him carefully for a moment, then shook her head: "I can't tell." No matter how she looked at him, he was just a small cultivator at the Initial Soul Transformation Stage. Could he be exceptionally young?
"Forget it, he's going to die anyway."
The Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign retracted her gaze and looked elsewhere. This newcomer wasn't interesting.
She should finish this quickly and go find the one with the Mystic Tower to play with.
With this thought, she raised her palm again and casually slammed it towards the ground!
Seeing the shadow suddenly covering him, Tong Xincuan's eyelids twitched instinctively, and then, a thick black mark appeared in his vision, blocking the descending tiger claw in mid-air.
This unusual scene caught the Golden-Winged Demon Sovereign's attention, and she slowly retracted her gaze, looking downwards again.
After a long silence, she laughed: "I misjudged, he's another array master... Tch, I'm already in his array."
As she spoke, the Golden-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger raised her palm again and fiercely slammed it downwards, her voice filled with murderous intent: "Shouldn't you ask him, what's the consequence of playing with this in front of me?"
(End of Chapter)
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