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When people witness Zuo Dao's combat prowess, they often overlook his mastery of formations. However, after experiencing Zuo Dao's formations, they easily disregard his fighting strength.
Zuo Dao is well aware that his combat power is dwindling, and he must maintain the operation of "One-Handed Concealment." At this moment, it would be a lie to say there is no pressure. After all, he has only recently arrived in the Celestial Realm, and many things are still unfamiliar to him, especially the repulsion of the Dao.
"Eight Directions Inferno, Annihilate!" is a defensive killing formation that Zuo Dao has deliberately set up. With his remaining combat power being minimal, he will not let Zhao Yanwu take any risks. He has reinforced the vessel to an astonishing degree.
Only with Zhao Yanwu safe can he unleash his full potential.
The eruption of "Eight Directions Inferno, Annihilate!" caught the advancing assassins off guard. Suddenly, giant fire beings appeared beside them and launched their attacks without warning.
"Without my permission, none of you shall pass. The rest is a matter between the three of us," Zuo Dao said without turning his head, looking at Xing Yuan and Xing Yi. "I have no desire to kill along the way; it’s just that who made me a man?"
The bloodshed along the way awakened the dark side within Zuo Dao. As a being of four-in-one essence, after having his divine soul suppressed, his demonic nature began to erupt.
With his left eye shrouded in darkness and his right eye glowing with twilight, Zuo Dao's expression turned somewhat ferocious. The Heartseeker Blade and Soul-Devouring Sword were gripped tightly in his hands, exuding eerie black mist and strange azure energy.
"You are not from the Celestial Realm!" Xing Yuan and Xing Yi shouted at Zuo Dao.
"What does that have to do with you?" Zuo Dao replied with a bloodthirsty smile as he charged forward.
With blades swinging in unison, the azure-black energies surged like a world-dominating demon dragon, corroding everything in their path.
"Quickly dodge! It's Demonic Aura!" The two were filled with dread.
They could see that everything touched by the azure-black energies was devoured and turned to nothingness. Xing Yuan and Xing Yi screamed in panic, continuously throwing out treasures in an attempt to block the onslaught and buy themselves some breathing room.
One by one, the magical artifacts exploded, and the two of them were indeed ruthless, throwing out nearly seven artifacts without blinking. As expected of the Captain of the Golden Execution Squad, their resources were abundant.
"Monsters, you are seeking your own death; there will be no place for you to survive in the Celestial Realm," they shouted in unison.
"Do you think you still have that chance?" Zuo Dao sneered.
"Unless you kill everyone present, you will never escape."
"Why should I escape? As long as I kill you, who would know?" Zuo Dao's words sent chills down their spines.
The two were foolish; the fact that the opponent could say such a thing indicated complete confidence.
"Formation!" Xing Yi suddenly realized as he looked back at the Battle Formation.
"Goodbye! It's really annoying being chased by you!" With that, Zuo Dao's attacks grew even fiercer.
Each slash tore through the void, and every assault left Xing Yuan and Xing Yi in a desperate situation.
Assassins from the Dark Realm typically walked the path of darkness, and against Demonic Aura, they had almost no power to fight back. If they were from the Dark Realm, they could still rely on Zhao Yang's energy to hold their ground somewhat.
"As long as my heart is bright, I will cut down only those who oppose me, regardless of whether they are Celestial Beings or demons." Zuo Dao could not suppress the eruption of Demonic Aura, but as long as it was used properly and he could eliminate strong enemies, what difference did it make between light and darkness?
Within the Eight Directions Burning Formation, a fierce battle raged on. Yan Sui Fa, Chen Yang, and others guarded the Airship, their expressions tense as they watched the Battle Formation.
Giant flames, towering over ten feet high, continuously flickered in and out of existence, relentlessly claiming the lives of their enemies.
The powerful Golden Punishment Squad appeared so fragile before these beings. In the Celestial Realm, the air was thick with celestial energy, and the Great Formation incessantly absorbed this energy, transforming it into the power that sustained the formation.
Flame giants were being vanquished only to be reborn again. They could not be killed completely; their cries echoed as each member of the Golden Punishment fell, reduced to ashes by the flames.
Inside the vessel, Zhao Yanwu's face was pale. It was at this moment she realized just how profound Zuo Dao's mastery of formations truly was.
Harnessing the energy of the earth for his own use, the Eight Directions Burning Formation had evolved beyond its original form as Eight Directions Inferno, Annihilate! It had become a self-sustaining entity, with the energy of the earth fueling the Great Formation indefinitely.
Yan Sui Fa and Chen Yang were whispering in their hearts.
Is this the might of an Array Master!?
As they watched life after life extinguish, everyone suddenly realized that despite their years of cultivation, they were no match for a single formation.
Zuo Dao's battle with Xing Yuan and Xing Chan was nearing its conclusion.
At this point, Xing Yuan and Xing Chan were both battered and bruised. Although they had avoided most of the attacks, they still paid a heavy price, losing limbs in the process.
There was no blood; only wisps of deathly energy clung to their wounds. The two were utterly despondent. They never expected this mission would awaken such a formidable demon.
Meanwhile, Zuo Dao was also on the brink of exhaustion. If he could not defeat his opponent in a short time, the Demonic Aura would spiral out of control, and he would transform into an unparalleled demon himself.
The meager celestial energy within him flickered like a dying candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment. He tightened his grip on the sword. Zuo Dao no longer hesitated; a crimson light surged from his eyes, signaling the onset of madness.
He could not afford to wait any longer. It seemed that someone was approaching, and he could not allow his current state to be exposed to the public eye.
"Kill!" Zuo Dao shouted once more in fury.
The blade followed the sword's lead, the sword concealed the blade's movement. He unleashed his strongest and final strike.
"Demon Realm."
Xing Yuan and Xing Yi suddenly felt as if they had entered a blood-soaked land, surrounded by the Demon Clan, with the void beneath their feet transforming into a Blood Sea. It was consuming their Source power and life force.
"No!" The two cried out in despair, unleashing their strongest combat power at the brink of death. Several magical artifacts exploded around them, forming a forbidden zone.
If someone were to look from afar at this scene, it would appear utterly tranquil—no one existed, and thus there was no slaughter. Yet, no one expected that within this stillness lay the presence of a Lord of Death.
"Safe travels; don't become an assassin in your next life," Zuo Dao murmured softly as he watched the two being engulfed by the Blood Sea.
Amidst the earth, clarity reigned as Demonic Aura merged into Zuo Dao's body with a reluctant howl.
At this moment, the slaughter within the Eight Directions Burning Formation reached its climax. When the last member of the Golden Execution Squad fell, the Great Formation collapsed with a thunderous roar. Those trapped within the formation felt a glimmer of hope as they beheld Zuo Dao ahead—his white robe pristine, yet his figure swayed precariously.
“Daozi.” Zhao Yanwu could no longer hold back and leaped out of the airship.
Just as her figure emerged from the vessel, an unexpected change occurred. From behind the airship, within the formation of Yan Sui Fa's squad, a figure suddenly shot forward, aiming directly at Zhao Yanwu.
This was a long-hidden assassin who seized this rare opportunity to strike.
Everyone's attention was focused solely on Zuo Dao; no one had anticipated that there was a Dark Realm assassin lurking within their ranks.
By the time Yan Sui Fa and Chen Yang realized what was happening, it was too late to intervene. Zhao Yanwu only sensed the blade approaching her at the last moment.
“Farewell, Daozi.”
At that moment, she felt no fear, only regret.
Xing Luan was an anomaly within the Dark Realm, holding a unique position in a squad all by himself. No one had ever seen his true face; even within the Dark Realm, he remained a mysterious figure.
This mission had been assigned to all Golden Punishment squads, and he was part of the team executing the assassination. Previously, he had been unable to find an opportunity to strike due to Zuo Dao's constant presence beside Zhao Yanwu and Yan Sui Fa and Chen Yang closely following them.
During the battle, he thought he might have a chance but found that his target remained inside the airship. He was well aware of the airship's defensive capabilities.
Seeing his target about to fall under his blade, a smug smile appeared on Xing Luan's face.
He effortlessly completed a task that had led several squads to annihilation. He could already envision the glory awaiting him upon his return to the Dark Realm.
"You really deserve to die."
Who was whispering in his ear? Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the Thrust plunge into flesh. Immediately after, a pale and powerful fist rapidly enlarged in his vision.
In the moment of despair for everyone, they suddenly saw the assassin's head explode in a burst of blood, collapsing into a headless corpse.
A familiar figure stood tall in front of Zhao Yanwu.
Zhao Yanwu stared blankly at the silhouette before him, speechless, with tears welling up in his eyes.
Because a black sword tip had appeared above the white figure, dripping with black blood.
"Boss!"
"Young Master!"
Yan Sui Fa and Chen Yang gasped in surprise at the sight of this person, simultaneously waking Zhao Yanwu from his stupor.
"Daozi, what happened to you?" In a voice filled with anxiety, Zuo Dao slowly turned around, smiled brightly at her, and began to fall.
"Heavenly Immortal Stab." When Yan Sui Fa and Chen Yang saw the black long sword embedded in Zuo Dao's chest, they exclaimed loudly.
"What?" Hearing their words, Zhao Yanwu felt darkness envelop him.
"The Heavenly Immortal Stab" is a treasure that can be counted on one hand, even in the Celestial Realm. It is said to have been left behind by a very famous Assassin from ancient times. Even an Immortal King cannot withstand its powerful toxicity.
The "Heavenly Immortal Stab" could be a weapon meticulously crafted for assassins; if not for the loss of the poison's formula, the reputation of the Dark Realm would undoubtedly soar even higher.
"Don't pull it out! Once the Heavenly Immortal Stab is removed, the poison will erupt," Chen Yang exclaimed as he saw Zhao Yanwu raise his hand to pull out the Heavenly Immortal Stab, quickly calling out to stop him.
Zuo Dao had previously exhausted himself, significantly lowering his defenses. In addition, due to the urgent situation, he was struck by the Heavenly Immortal Stab and had already fallen into unconsciousness.
"Chen Yang, help the Young Master and Fairy Yanwu into the airship," Yan Sui Fa said cautiously, keeping a close watch on the rest of his Squad.
At this moment, he was unsure whether there were still members of the Dark Realm among his Squad. Looking at the familiar faces before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness.
Chen Yang quickly realized that the safest place at this time was inside the Airship. He and Zhao Yanwu hurriedly lifted Zuo Dao and flew into the vessel.
As they entered the airship, Zhao Yanwu regained consciousness and glanced at Yan Sui Fa.
"You better give me a reasonable explanation, or else..."
Though her words trailed off, Yan Sui Fa knew that Zhao Yanwu was genuinely angry. If he didn't provide a satisfactory explanation, he could easily imagine the fate that awaited his Squad. Watching the three of them disappear into the airship, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
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