Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 575 The Rise and Fall of Formations
The power that was enough to tear mountains apart was quickly dissipated under the continuous cutting and disintegration.

The massive amount of refined demonic energy dissipated under the erosion of the pure lightning energy.

"Wow!"

Sun Qishan's massive body suddenly arched, and all the color drained from his face.

His arms trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and purplish-black demonic blood gushed out.

His arm bones, which were as strong as magical artifacts, emitted a faint cracking sound.

The opponent's method of using the lightning array to create a shield was simply miraculous. By using the opponent's strength against them, he used a hundred or a thousand times more power to wear down their counterattack, completely negating his pure power attack and causing it to rebound back at him.

His supposedly indestructible foundation showed cracks after this strike.

The three launched a thunderous attack together, but Xu Yunfan countered it with a single technique, injuring all three to varying degrees in an instant.

"This is the Divine Firmament Scripture?!"

"How could the magic array work so well together?!"

A tidal wave surged through Zhao Moyang's heart, a mixture of shock, fear, and an even deeper greed.

He could see that Xu Yunfan's aura had temporarily increased through a secret technique, but this divine ability that combined the manipulation of the array plate with lightning magic was simply exquisite and its power exceeded his imagination, far surpassing the limit of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

If it weren't for an extraordinary cultivation technique, how could this be possible?!

This true scripture must be obtained no matter the cost.

If Xu Yunfan knew what Zhao Moyang was thinking, he would definitely look at him with great pity.

It is people who are strong, not the scriptures.

Even if Zhao Moyang obtained the complete set of scriptures, without his mastery of array formations, his proficiency in lightning magic, and the assistance of his attribute panel for each perfect advancement, how could he have achieved his current strength?

Xu Yunfan gave them no chance to catch their breath or reorganize their offensive.

As the three staggered from their injuries and their minds were taken away, Xu Yunfan changed his main hand seal technique once again.

Then, a bright purple mark between his eyebrows shone brightly, as if resonating with the core of the entire Heaven-Locking Array.

"The Celestial Wheel of Heaven, the Nine Stars return to their positions, and all thunderbolts pay homage!"

The cold, chilling edict resounded throughout the thunder array space.

Buzz! Boom!

The Five Thunder Reversal Primordial Locking Heaven Formation unleashed its most violent and final roar.

The entire array resembled a giant lightning nuclear reactor, collapsing inward and illuminating itself.

The light curtain, which covered thousands of feet, collapsed inward and compressed to only a hundred feet.

The three hundred and sixty Heavenly Thunder Fiend Pearls suddenly merged into one.

It coalesced into a terrifying vortex of lightning plasma, several meters in diameter, resembling a miniature lightning pool.

At the center of the vortex, there was no longer a deep purple ball of lightning, but a flame burning with purple-gold.

Nine Heavens Purple Star Emperor Thunder.

The millstone shield formed by the Zhou Tian Annihilation Lightning Net instantly disintegrated, transforming into billions of even more violent and denser threads of destructive lightning, sweeping across the three people in the formation like a storm.

Zhao Moyang was the first to be affected.

Faced with this thunderous storm, which seemed to crush the forces of heaven and earth, he let out a miserable howl. His Xuan Yin robe instantly swelled to its limit, spewing out thick, black jade-like Xuan Yin demonic light, which transformed into layers of protective tortoise-shell-shaped barriers.

This is his strongest defensive Dao technique from the "Mysterious Yin Soul-Slaying True Scripture," the Mysterious Yin Sea-Covering Shield.

Zi la la!
The moment the black jade shield came into contact with the storm of purple-gold lightning, it melted away like a hot knife cutting through butter, producing a piercing melting sound. The abrasive and plundering properties of the Xuan Yin Qi were utterly ineffective against the extremely pure Ziwei Emperor Lightning, which contained the will to destroy with thunder, just like mud in a gutter being exposed to the scorching sun of the Nine Heavens.

The layers of black jade barrier crumbled and melted away.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

Zhao Moyang's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he spat out his essence blood to merge into the shield, disregarding the depletion of his own energy.

However, the lightning storm was all-pervasive and had penetrated the outer barrier. Its terrifying power, along with the inherent paralyzing properties of lightning, made his soul feel as if it were being pierced by thousands of needles, greatly reducing his reaction speed and the flow of his mana.

An overwhelming fear surged within him; this lightning technique was too effective against his cultivation method.

A chilling aura surged around Leng Yuehua, and countless tiny ice shards and spikes materialized out of thin air, swirling around her like an ice storm. At the same time, she retreated rapidly, attempting to avoid the sharp edge of the lightning net.

However, the lace storm enveloped the entire compressed space, leaving no way to avoid it.

The ice spikes and icicles shattered and vaporized the moment they touched the purple-gold lightning, making a sound like glass breaking.

Her protective icy spiritual domain fluctuated violently, with ice shards flying everywhere, and several gaps were instantly torn open.

Several streaks of purple-gold lightning, like venomous snakes, burrowed into her and lashed fiercely at her protective aura.

"puff!"

Leng Yuehua's delicate body trembled violently, and an unnatural crimson flush rose to her icy face. She opened her mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist that exuded cold air, and her aura visibly weakened.

The silver-threaded cloud dress had lost its luster, and there were even burnt and curled marks on the hem.

His mind was in excruciating pain, and the backlash from the severely damaged spiritual power of the bamboo sword that had flown back had not yet subsided when he was injured again.

Sun Qishan suffered the most tragic fate.

He was already launching a direct attack, and being closest to Xu Yunfan, most of the power of the lightning storm's center was pouring towards him.

"Ow!!!"

He let out a beastly roar, ignoring the excruciating pain of his arms being torn apart, and frantically swung the heavy, black axe, stirring up a gale formed by blood-fiend demonic energy, trying to cleave through the deadly storm of lightning.

But the giant axe was wielded with extraordinary difficulty in the storm; each strike felt like swinging it through a thick, heavy swamp of thunder.

Each strand of purple-gold lightning that wrapped around the axe blade and arm brought excruciating numbness and pain, while the all-pervasive destructive lightning intent eroded his demonic body and foundation.

The protective blood-fiend demonic light was repeatedly cut and drilled through by countless lightning threads, as if it were being slowly tortured by thousands of tiny knives, quickly becoming riddled with holes.

"Ugh!"

On Sun Qishan's massive body, the knotted muscles twitched incessantly under the lightning, turning charred black from repeated bombardments. Deep, bone-revealing scorch marks cracked open on his metallic skin, and purplish-black demonic blood gushed out, instantly vaporizing into a foul-smelling blood mist by the intense heat.

He roared in pain like a beast driven to the brink of despair, his fierceness replaced by barely concealed agony and a hint of panic.

Thunder roared and storm raged.

In just a few breaths, the hundred-zhang space compressed by the Sky-Locking Array was already a scene of utter devastation.

Zhao Moyang was in a sorry state. His Xuan Yin robe was torn in many places, his long black hair was scorched and disheveled, and his handsome face was scorched with black marks by the lightning. His aura was extremely weak, and he was only able to maintain the precarious Xuan Yin shield by burning his original essence blood. Every time the lightning struck, his body trembled violently and he spat out blood.

Leng Yuehua's icy mask shattered completely, her face turned ashen, her silver dress charred black, and she lay weakly on a patch of frozen and shattered ice crystals. The Green Bamboo Sword lay limply beside her, its spiritual light almost extinguished.

Sun Qishan suffered the most tragic fate, his body half-kneeling on the ground, the giant axe in front of him barely supporting him from falling.

His entire body was covered in wounds, his skin charred black and deep enough to expose bone. Demonic blood stained the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

He gasped for breath, each breath accompanied by bloody foam, his rugged face showing only desperate weakness and pain.

(End of this chapter)