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With a loud shout, Shiyunsheng transformed the black death energy in his hand into a spear, thrusting it towards the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation, aiming directly at Zhao Yang's forehead.
Zhao Yang sensed the danger and braced himself against the icy fire arrows, narrowly avoiding Shiyunsheng's death spear. His body was covered in wounds, and he gasped for breath. Frustration filled his heart; despite having access to the supreme Cultivation Method, he was unable to use it. The weather was clear and cloudless, but the conditions were insufficient for him to employ the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula. The Seventy-Third Transformation could turn Shiyunsheng into a sheep, yet he could not escape the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation.
The black spear lodged beside Zhao Yang, standing out vividly amidst the rain of ice and fire arrows.
Outside the formation, Shiyunsheng was helpless against Zhao Yang. His eyes burned with rage, which soon turned to mockery as he softly declared, "You are about to die!"
"Junior Brother, is there really no way out? I can't hold on any longer!" Song Baliang shouted desperately. Countless arrows had begun to pierce his skin, blood flowing freely. The arrow storm was too dense; there was no way to block or evade it—he could only endure the assault.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, even a Holy Son, they would have perished by now.
Moments later, the rain of ice and fire arrows finally ceased. Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were riddled with arrow holes, their bodies resembling those who had suffered a thousand cuts—a gruesome sight.
Another wave of attack surged forth, this time in the form of rippling sound waves that crescendoed one after another, shaking their eardrums and causing their hearts to tremble. Song Baliang and Zhao Yang covered their ears; even Shiyunsheng outside the formation involuntarily stepped back. The demonic sounds from within the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation could affect those outside.
"Chirp Chirp?" Little Beast was awakened from its slumber, crawling out from Zhao Yang's embrace. Sleepy-eyed, it saw Zhao Yang covered in blood and immediately bristled with anger, shaking its tiny fists in fury.
Zhao Yang shielded Little Beast and suddenly remembered that it had the ability to jump realms. However, he was unsure if it could leap beyond what was said to be the only formation that rivaled the Five Elements Formation in the Five Elements Continent.
"Little Nine, jump out of this formation and run far away!" Zhao Yang urged, not wanting Little Beast to accompany him to death.
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast protested angrily, shaking its tiny fists. Hearing the booming sounds and seeing Shiyunsheng reveling outside the formation made it suddenly kick off with its little legs and vanish from Zhao Yang's grasp.
In the next moment, Little Beast appeared outside the formation—right above Shiyunsheng's head.
With an expression full of fury, Little Beast raised its tiny fists high and began pounding furiously on Shiyunsheng's head. Despite its small stature, it packed quite a punch. After a flurry of strikes, Shiyunsheng felt both pain and annoyance as several large lumps formed on his head, tears welling up in his eyes.
Shiyunsheng roared in anger and swung a fist at his head. Little Beast darted away quickly, watching from a distance as Shiyunsheng executed an unusual movement technique that stirred up silent waves of wind.
"Chirp Chirp?" Little Beast was astonished that Shiyunsheng could suddenly disappear just like Zhao Yang.
Bang!
In the next moment, Shiyunsheng tore through the void and kicked Little Beast. Little Beast had no time to escape and was sent crashing into the mud, creating a palm-sized deep hole. However, to everyone's surprise, Little Beast immediately shot out of the pit, baring its small mouth with two rows of tiny fangs, glaring at Shiyunsheng and making the angry sound of a little cat.
"You're just a beast. No matter how special you are, what does it matter if you can escape the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation? You're still powerless to change your fate; just watch your master die in agony!"
After saying this, Shiyunsheng unleashed a wave of energy with a single palm. Little Beast flapped its wings like cicada wings just in time to dodge, preparing to attack Shiyunsheng again. However, Shiyunsheng's aura suddenly became incredibly dense and terrifying. The black energy surged like a massive wave, swirling around his hands like a black dragon, moving in rhythm with his will.
A long trail of black energy followed behind Shiyunsheng, and flames danced on his black robe, illuminating the valley. Countless plants and stones were dyed black, and even the sky turned dark in an instant.
"Oh my god, the painter is here," said Song Baliang from within the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation, his body already battered and bleeding from the sonic attack. Even in his dying moments, he couldn't help but take a jab at his enemy, expressing his optimism and anger.
Shiyunsheng's gaze darkened as he realized that the energy of the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation was indeed running low! That was why he had transformed in such a manner; he wanted to resolve this trouble quickly. The black death energy coiling around his hands suddenly extended hundreds of meters toward Little Beast. Yet Little Beast moved with incredible speed, evading Shiyunsheng and hovering in mid-air like an extraordinary little hero, its momentum rising even higher.
"Interesting," Shiyunsheng remarked with admiration as his aura grew even more terrifying. Boundless black energy filled the sky, descending upon him like a shroud; for miles around, everything was engulfed by his dark presence—there was no escape.
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast cried out in alarm. It had never encountered such a situation before and didn't know what to do. In its confusion, it touched the black energy and immediately let out a sharp scream.
The moment Shiyunsheng's black death energy made contact with Little Beast, it attempted to invade its body. However, for some unknown reason, although the death energy touched Little Beast, it could not inflict any harm on it—let alone enter its body.
Shiyunsheng was increasingly astonished. He knew that his Dark Spiritual Root had unique properties that allowed it to affect anything, including others' souls. Yet this Little Beast was an exception; it was the first time he had seen his dark aura unable to invade something!
Since he couldn't invade it, he could still grasp Little Beast with his fingers!
Shiyunsheng seized Little Beast and squeezed it until it cried out in distress. Then he filled it with True Qi amidst the black energy and hurled Little Beast violently into the mountainside. Little Beast let out a painful howl.
Zhao Yang from within the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation felt heartbroken upon hearing this and shouted, "Little Nine, hurry and escape! Go to Xuanfo Temple!"
Little Beast responded weakly with a chirp to Zhao Yang's call. After all, it was just a young beast that couldn't even speak; how could it possibly compete against someone like Shiyunsheng who possessed a Dark Spiritual Root capable of devouring all primal energies?
Spirit beasts could live for tens of thousands of years—far longer than humans—and Little Beast was only about a hundred years old. In terms of human lifespan, it was not even three years old; how could it possibly stand against Shiyunsheng?
Amid the cries of the Little Beast, filled with a child's sorrow, Zhao Yang felt his heart bleed.
Yet the immense pain in his body did not bring him down. The sonic attack had already caused blood to flow from his seven orifices, and he was on the verge of collapse!
With a furious roar, Zhao Yang summoned all his strength, including the Power Rules, and struck at the edge of the Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation.
The Extermination of Immortals and Demons Formation was said to be unbreakable; it was a deadly trap. Once ensnared, there was no escape. Throughout history, no one trapped within this formation had ever survived.
The formation's diagram had long been lost to time, and no one knew where Shiyunsheng had acquired such a formidable array. This made Zhao Yang acutely aware of the power of formations. No matter how capable an individual might be, if trapped within this array, they could not unleash their abilities. He deeply felt the profound and terrifying wisdom of humanity. It was no wonder that some cultivators faced dire consequences when offending certain noble families—not only because those families could hire more powerful assassins but also due to the terrifying intelligence of humankind. Some individuals could invent powerful weapons or formations capable of slaying divine beings.
Just like the atomic bomb from Zhao Yang's original world; its explosive power could easily reduce many ancient existences to nothingness, flattening mountains and rivers alike.
However, Zhao Yang never imagined he would fall into such a deadlock so easily. This deadlock likely wouldn’t trigger his life-saving hair. That hair, left by Sun Wukong, was meant to counteract opponents whose cultivation levels were far beyond his own. If he fell off a cliff today and got trapped in a formation tomorrow, activating that life-saving hair would render it worthless. It was something Sun Wukong had painstakingly created by splitting his Primordial Spirit to produce this supreme life-saving hair.
Song Baliang could no longer hold on; waves of unpreventable shockwaves caused blood to flow from his seven orifices as he lay on the brink of death.
Zhao Yang was also nearing the edge of collapse. Looking at the sorrowful Little Beast outside the formation, sadness appeared on his face.
In the Cultivation World, prodigies emerged endlessly; Rivalry Among Hundreds of Ships—no one was invincible, not even the favored children of this realm.
The Little Beast outside the formation struggled to rise. It wanted to save Zhao Yang but felt utterly powerless. Angrily, it glared at the powerful Shiyunsheng in black robes and let out a chirping sound.
Shiyunsheng smiled as he pointed a finger at the Little Beast. Suddenly, a black dragon coiled around the Little Beast, who was already enveloped in darkness and unable to move.
Despite its immense strength, the Little Beast could not break free from Shiyunsheng's dark energy binding it.
"I will crush your spirit beast right before your eyes. Aren't you strong? Strength means nothing if all you can do is dig through dung," Shiyunsheng laughed heartily, releasing years of pent-up frustration. For ten long years since he had sought the Jade Crawler's inner dan from Myriad Spirit Sect—only for Zhao Yang and his group to ruin it—he had endured much. Even when he entered the Inner Courtyard and nurtured a group of furnace cauldrons with his True Qi for future Core Formation purposes only for Zhao Yang to destroy them again, he had remained patient. Now, with his Poison Spirit Root child still not fully grown before being sealed by Zhao Yang, he had been filled with frustration. Yet he understood that extraordinary Spiritual Roots faced numerous trials; having read countless tomes, he grasped many truths and remained undaunted.
Now that Zhao Yang was on the verge of death, he wanted to crush Zhao Yang's beloved spirit beast right in front of him. Such joy was rare—perhaps once in ten years—and how could he not laugh heartily?
Zhao Yang did not plead for mercy; he knew that even if he begged Shiyunsheng, Shiyunsheng would still crush the Little Beast. Shiyunsheng sought satisfaction from witnessing Zhao Yang's pleas and suffering; thus, he sat calmly within the formation as deafening sounds assaulted him. By now, both his and Song Baliang's eardrums had ruptured, rendering whatever sounds they heard less overwhelming than before.
"You think closing my eyes will stop me from killing this cat?" Shiyunsheng chuckled lightly as he summoned Little Beast from afar, reaching out to grab it.
At that moment, Little Beast suddenly erupted with rage, its whole body radiating a fierce aura. It clutched Shiyunsheng's slender fingers tightly and squeezed with all its might.
Crack!
One of Shiyunsheng's fingers snapped in response!
Shiyunsheng let out a loud roar of pain and slammed Little Beast against a sharp stone. Little Beast emitted a pained howl, its breath faltering as it lay motionless on the jagged rock.
Unbeknownst to anyone, at that very moment, all the spirit beasts and monsters across the Five Elements Continent knelt on the ground, trembling in fear as they gazed toward a certain direction in Zhongzhou.
In a palace within the Southern Domain Sky-reaching Forest, a middle-aged man exuding an overwhelming demonic aura stood wearing a Purple Gold Imperial Robe, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked into the distance.
"Father, what is happening? I feel a sense of dread," asked a young girl dressed in a pale yellow gown, her beauty both striking and dignified.
"It is the call of the divine; someone seeks the Godslayer!"
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