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The flexibility of the Great Formation far exceeded Zhao Yanwu's expectations, creating a domain centered around herself that extended for miles.
However, Zuo Dao could see that the power of the Great Formation in Zhao Yanwu's hands was only at one-tenth of its potential. If she were merely a Celestial Sovereign, Zhao Yanwu could use this formation to eliminate her opponents.
Yet, the Six Celestial Lords left her feeling powerless, constrained by her own strength and unable to inflict any substantial damage on the six. This was something Zuo Dao had anticipated; Zhao Yanwu couldn't defeat them, and the Six Immortal Lords were equally unable to deal with her.
He realized that during his absence, Zhao Yanwu had enough strength to protect herself and avoid being eliminated. Now it seemed she was doing well; at least the Six Celestial Lords had lost their initial aggression against her.
Zhao Yanwu's current weakness lay in her defensive capabilities exceeding her offensive ones. Once she reached the realm of Celestial Sovereign, Zuo Dao estimated that with this formation, as long as an Immortal Emperor did not intervene, she would face little danger within the Celestial Realm.
After all, when he initially created this formation, he never intended for it to be passed down. With his own strength driving the "This Year We Are Entwined" Great Formation, he could easily annihilate any Celestial Sovereign. But Zhao Yanwu was incapable of such feats.
Tao Yunfeng had never seen such a complex formation or such an unconventional foundation. While others had attempted to use themselves as a foundation for formations, they all fell due to various reasons.
The complexity of a person is no less than that of an extraordinary Great Formation, yet the fragility of the human body is far weaker than most objects. Unless one cultivates to an extraordinary level, would they even care about formations at that point?
Yet this woman before him had achieved it. The longer Tao Yunfeng stayed within the formation, the more he was moved by it. He also felt fortunate that Zhao Yanwu's strength was still too weak; otherwise, he would have fled long ago.
The six displayed their prowess as they charged within the formation, but the Great Formation's defenses were too formidable. The Six Immortal Lords, unable to break through after prolonged assaults, inevitably grew anxious.
He wondered how Zuo Dao felt when he first created the formation. As they attacked, memories of those they had killed repeatedly surfaced in their minds. Each of them had cultivated to the realm of Celestial Sovereign and were known for their resolute will and decisive actions.
Although they knew these were illusions, seeing the same person they had slain hundreds of times would inevitably leave a mark on their hearts.
Especially Jiang Xu, whose eyes were now blood-red and nearing madness. Continuously killing someone he loved—even if just an illusion—was a tormenting experience.
Aside from Tao Yunfeng, the other Celestial Sovereigns were also in dire straits, revealing hints of their own brutal emotions.
"Fellow Taoists, hold onto your hearts tightly; this Great Formation has a mesmerizing effect." Although unable to see the others, Tao Yunfeng could clearly sense something was amiss and quickly called out a warning.
At that moment, Zhao Yanwu's control over the formation became increasingly adept. Nothing in her training compared to actual combat, especially with the Six Celestial Lords as her sparring partners. Such a rare opportunity was not one she would let slip away.
Realizing she couldn't defeat these opponents, she focused entirely on trapping them. The battle thus reached a stalemate, and Zuo Dao, seeing there was still time, decided to go along with her.
The City Guard Mansion remained quiet, but Zuo Dao knew that the person he sought was definitely still inside. As long as the opponent did not reveal themselves, he would let things be. After all, once they showed up, the measures he had in place within the mansion would be more than enough to deal with them.
Yan Sui Fa and Xian Lan were utterly speechless at Zhao Yanwu's prowess. The Six Celestial Lords! Even if their Squad were present, they could not achieve what she had done. They understood that Zhao Yanwu had reached this level solely because of the distant White-Clad Monk.
Aside from the combatants, Liu Yue City was eerily silent and deserted. Regardless of their desires to stay or leave, everyone had vacated the city. Perhaps they would return only after the conflict between the Dark Realm and the Dark Realm yielded some results, but certainly not now.
News of the Dark Realm's Massacre Order had spread; they could not guarantee that another Massacre wouldn't occur. Vowing to protect their homes seemed laughable when their lives were at stake—without life, what home could there be?
Wherever I stand is my home. No one from the Celestial Realm is so stubborn as to refuse change. Unless the Celestial Realm itself is destroyed, those who perish will remain at home.
After Tao Yunfeng's reminder, the other five members of the celestial group gradually calmed down. However, each silently vowed to eliminate Zhao Yanwu, regardless of her identity.
The War continued unabated when suddenly Zuo Dao looked up towards the distant void; a faint sense of danger emerged in his perception.
Suddenly, Chen Yang, hidden in the void, leaped out. In that brief moment, he felt as if the entire void was rejecting him; countless sensations akin to needles pricked at his insides.
As an assassin, his instinct for danger was entirely innate. Not only he but also Xian Lan, who was within the formation, sensed it too.
There was danger—great danger.
At that moment, Zuo Dao did not hesitate and rushed into the formation, shouting at Zhao Yanwu.
"Everyone, defend! Something's changed."
The tension in his voice alerted Zhao Yanwu to the seriousness of the situation. In an instant, countless Flags surged forward, forming a protective barrier within a ten-zhang radius around him and his companions.
Zuo Dao danced with both hands, sending pieces of Celestial Stone flying through the air, embedding them in the void.
A series of formations appeared before everyone, completely disregarding the six celestial beings.
However, those six were Celestial Sovereigns. Once Zuo Dao sensed danger, they too became aware of the anomaly. Yet, this danger felt significantly weaker compared to what Zuo Dao faced.
Were these six not all cunning individuals? Upon sensing danger, they immediately recognized that the ominous aura was directed at Zuo Dao and his group. Without wasting any time, they swiftly distanced themselves from Zuo Dao.
In reality, from the moment Zuo Dao felt the danger to when he began setting up defenses was merely a blink of an eye.
Just then, an endless black light flashed from afar. As soon as Zuo Dao's gaze caught sight of it, he hastily deployed numerous defensive formations without regard for consumption. He also tossed several formations to those around him.
"Activate the formations with all your might! Do not let your guard down." He focused solely on the formations without further distraction.
Before Tao Yunfeng departed, he did not forget to retaliate, leaving behind dozens of formations swirling around Zuo Dao and his group. However, Zuo Dao could hardly pay attention to that now. This feeling was something he had never experienced since birth.
He felt death closing in on him completely. Though he was reluctant to admit it, he knew that if he mishandled this situation, it would surely lead to his demise.
All thoughts of enlightenment and the path were cast aside; he even sacrificed his own blood to create a Blood Formation.
Zhao Yanwu had never seen Zuo Dao so serious before, and neither had Yan Sui Fa witnessed such solemnity in Zuo Dao. Even Formation Array had never seen their leader this focused, and it was the first time Xian Lan noticed the tension radiating from Zuo Dao.
What could possibly make someone who had previously faced calamity with a calm smile appear so threatened?
The answer soon appeared before them.
A massive black arrow, carrying the aura of death, swept away all light and shot directly toward them.
Every object in its path was shattered. In the distance, a towering mountain crumbled like a piece of paper before its arrowhead, instantly reduced to dust. The clouds above were devoured by its presence.
Everything seemed utterly powerless against these black arrows.
"Demon Slayer Arrow!"
Xian Lan uttered those three words in despair upon seeing the giant arrow for the first time.
While many in Chang He might not know who Longbow was, there was no one who did not recognize the name.
Chang He was the master of Longbow, originally an ordinary Loose Cultivator. However, due to a fortuitous encounter, he entered the tomb of the ancient Great Power, Master of the Tongue, and obtained both the legacy of Master of the Tongue and the recognition of the magical artifact, Longbow.
Having achieved significant cultivation, he emerged into the Celestial Realm and stirred up countless storms of bloodshed. Although he was not bloodthirsty by nature, he was known for his vengeful spirit. Perhaps due to his past as a Loose Cultivator, he harbored a strong sense of inferiority that persisted even at the Immortal King level.
Despite not being particularly malicious and thus not inciting widespread anger, he thrived in the Celestial Realm and was considered one of its top experts.
However, due to his solitary nature and profound strength, even among Immortal Kings who coveted Master of the Tongue's legacy, none dared to challenge him as long as he wielded his bow. Moreover, it was said that once Longbow recognized its master, it could not be taken away, which spared him countless troubles.
However, the Immortal King now appeared before them. Zuo Dao was unaware of how powerful the Master of the Tongue truly was, but the arrival of a single arrow made him acutely aware of the danger to his life.
Upon hearing Xian Lan's words, Zhao Yanwu and the others turned pale. The strength of Immortal King Chang He was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
With one bow and four arrows, he could kill an Immortal Emperor and destroy a planet. Yet, due to Chang He's limited cultivation, he could only unleash the “Demon Slayer Arrow” for now. Nevertheless, this single arrow allowed him to establish a foothold in the Celestial Realm, proving that the legends were not mere fabrications.
The Six Immortal Lords had already fled from a radius of ten thousand miles, but the killing intent of the “Demon Slayer Arrow” still lingered around them. No matter what methods they employed, they could not escape it. This was even under the condition that Chang He did not target them directly.
For Zuo Dao, who stood at the center of the “Demon Slayer Arrow”, the feeling was even more intense. Although Chen Yang had rushed into the formation at the first sign of danger, he was still injured by the murderous aura, leaving nearly half of his body destroyed, with only stark white bones remaining.
The killing intent of the “Demon Slayer Arrow” affected not only the physical body but also targeted the Nascent Soul. Everyone felt their essence being stirred, as if it would dissipate in an instant.
After realizing the impending threat of the “Demon Slayer Arrow”, Zuo Dao understood that setting up more formations would be futile. Nonetheless, he did not stop his hands. Not only did he gather materials for himself, but he also snatched Zhao Yanwu's Flag.
From a distance, Tao Yunfeng observed that around Zuo Dao and his companions were densely packed with formation patterns. Even his own discarded Formation seemed to have been appropriated by them through some means.
Just by looking at their setup, he could tell that their defensive capabilities were unlike anything he had ever seen in his life. Even so, that White-Clad Monk continued to manipulate formations tirelessly.
The “Demon Slayer Arrow” had already carried all its ominous energy and forcefully pierced into the formation.
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