Yin Yang Soul Searcher

"Snap"

Peng Li snapped his fingers lightly, and with a "bang," the outermost layer of soldiers in the army exploded without warning.

The eldest prince just discovered that the soil on the official road was loose; it turns out that explosives to destroy the formation had been buried there!

No wonder that birdman appeared over the army at the exact moment after the Crown Prince noticed the anomaly; it was all a scheme! This way, the explosives' power could be maximized!

This demon cultivator actually has brains! Bai Jueming exclaimed in disbelief!

As Peng Li snapped his fingers, the sound of gunpowder reverberated through the sky like a fountain, raising thick smoke and dust that filled the air. Some soldiers were blown into the air. Warhorses, startled, neighed and spurred wildly, trampling and charging uncontrollably through the ranks.

The outermost soldiers were blown to pieces. Although the shield soldiers were tough and had the support of the formation, they couldn't withstand the explosives specifically designed to target the formation.

In an instant, the formation moved violently! The Tai Chi diagram in the center and the formations in the eight directions churned like a millstone.

Sun Tai gritted his teeth, his body surging with inner energy, and used his third-grade cultivation to maintain the stability of the formation with all his might, striving to minimize the losses.

As the smoke cleared, the outermost soldiers were found to have suffered heavy casualties! Many soldiers had their armor shattered, lying barely alive in pools of blood. Some had lost both arms and were forced to their knees by the blast. Shields and weapons were scattered everywhere.

The formation was thrown into chaos, with weaknesses appearing in three of the directions.

The eldest prince's expression changed drastically. He quickly ordered the soldiers on the outer perimeter to tighten their formation. The soldiers methodically and unsteadily moved towards the gap to reinforce the formation. However, due to the lack of manpower, the formation was no longer as effective as before.

The clear light emanating from the formation had noticeably diminished compared to before.

Just as the Crown Prince was focused on directing the operation of the formation, Jinxiu, who had been slacking off on the sidelines, suddenly made her move to deceive and launch a sneak attack!

Taking advantage of the Crown Prince's distraction while he was giving orders, a beam of pink light shot directly towards his face. If it hit, that tuft of blond hair would probably be burned away, and he would also be disfigured.

That sly fox really knows how to pick her timing; she's ruthless! Bai Jueming secretly clicked his tongue in amazement at this scene.

Watch out! The general carrying the flag noticed Jinxiu's little movement and, in a flash, leaped and tackled the eldest prince to the ground. The beam of light hit him directly, and the flag in his hand fell to the ground.

"General Li, are you alright?" The eldest prince scrambled to his feet, somewhat disheveled, and tried to help General Li up. General Li gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a grimace, large beads of sweat dripping from the gaps in his head armor.

"I'm fine." As soon as he finished speaking, General Li felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the eldest prince hurriedly took out a pill from his pocket and put it into General Li's mouth. He had been so concerned about the person that he forgot to take out the pill in the first place.

After taking the medicine and vomiting up the stagnant blood, General Li felt much better and his face regained color.

Holding a long flag, he rose steadily. "Thank you for the medicine, Your Highness. I feel much better now."

The eldest prince breathed a sigh of relief, as did Bai Jueming, who was watching from afar. Thankfully, the eldest prince possessed miraculous medicine; otherwise, this sneak attack by the cunning fox would have shattered the balance of power. The demon race would then use this as a breakthrough to begin pressuring the Great Xia.

The Crown Prince truly lives up to his reputation as Qiao Shou's nephew; he can casually produce pills to cure even fourth-grade cultivators. How arrogant!

At the same time, anger began to burn in the eyes of the eldest prince, like a wild beast that had been provoked. He gripped the three-foot-long sword tightly in his hand, turned around, and stared at Jinxiu in the distance with eyes as sharp as a venomous snake.

Jinxiu was startled by that look, and slowly took a step back, shielding Yangliu in front of her... She said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "I didn't mean to..."

You're so sexy X2

The First Prince had seen all kinds of beautiful women. Faced with Jinxiu's sweet, coquettish words, he only managed to squeeze out a single sentence through gritted teeth: "You've angered me, you vixen! Today, I'll fight you to the death!"

The blond-haired, ghost-flaming boy got angry!

Upon hearing this, the two flag-bearing generals charged towards Yang Liu, brandishing their long flags. They intended to distract Yang Liu and hand Jinxiu over to the eldest prince.

Yang Liu waved her willow branches and stepped forward to fight, but always maintained a certain distance.

Only the First Prince and Jinxiu remained facing off. The First Prince held the three-foot-long sword in his hand, ran two fingers along the blade, and the blood from his fingertips seeped into the sword. The sword no longer gleamed with a cold, sharp light, but turned a deep crimson.

Sun Tai, at the very center of the formation, was also in bad shape. He was half-crouched on top of the auspicious beast coffin, clutching his chest, his face ashen. The formation had just trembled violently, and his all-out effort to stabilize it had already damaged his internal organs.

If I hadn't fought so hard, half of the formation might have been destroyed, instead of the current 30%.

"This gunpowder is useful, but the quantity is too small." Peng Li shook his head, his eyes full of regret. "However, it's already quite good that it can weaken the formation by 30%. Next, you should have your men chisel through the formation."

Before the formation master could speak, the burly man, seeing that Sun Tai was weak, had already seized the opportunity to prepare to break the formation!

He channeled his inner energy, and his robes instantly ripped open, revealing bronze skin. His arm muscles bulged, veins beneath his skin stood out, and his hands clenched into fists. The powerful aura pressed down on the earth, causing it to slightly collapse.

Is this the true strength of a third-rank martial artist? Good heavens, that punch could kill countless super sweet fruits... Bai Jueming grinned, wondering if Sun Tai could withstand it...

Without giving Sun Tai a chance to catch his breath, the burly man gathered his strength in his lower body, leaped into the air, then clenched his right fist and slowly pulled his muscular arm back, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

A huge fist phantom slowly emerged behind the burly man. At first, the phantom was only the size of a person. As the spiritual energy from all directions violently converged on the phantom, the phantom began to slowly expand until the veins on the back of the fist could be clearly seen.

Holy crap, this is an abridged version of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth! Even from a great distance, Bai Jueming could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the phantom.

The illusory fist emitted a faint blue-white light until it grew to the size of the array before stopping its expansion.

What Bai Jueming felt from this scene was that the array, which was the size of a thousand people, was like an inverted bowl, and the phantom of the man's fist was exactly the same size as the bowl.

This scene was far from easy for the soldiers within the formation. The fist, as large as the sky, enveloped the soldiers, bringing only a suffocating, oppressive feeling of impending death!

Fortunately, the soldiers escorting the mythical beast's carcass were elite troops, seasoned veterans of the battlefield. Although the scene was horrific, it didn't cause panic. Everyone gripped their weapons tightly; they had no choice but to endure it.

Just then, the burly man moved. As his fist, which had been gathering power, slammed forward, the shadowy fist behind him also moved.

This scene didn't happen quickly in Bai Jueming's eyes. As the fist phantom slowly descended, the surrounding air seemed to ignite, and a ring of fiery red light surrounded the fist phantom, like a meteorite hitting the earth!

Sun Tai stood atop the thirty-meter-long coffin amidst the shadows of fists, his resolute face showing no fear, only composure.

As the center of the formation, he was the first to face the enormous fist that resembled the formation itself.

As Sun Tai looked up, the phantom of the fist grew larger and larger in his pupils.

At the same time, Sun Tai raised his hands, and the array below shone brightly, with the Tai Chi diagram in the middle starting to rotate wildly!

With a "bang".

As the two illusory figures came into contact, a huge sound wave erupted. The powerful shockwave caused the vegetation below to turn into dust, distant vegetation to fly up, trees to be uprooted, and dust to rise in the middle.

"My ears!" Bai Jueming, who was far away, quickly put down the cylindrical bone in his hand and covered his ears. If he had been a second later, he felt he would have gone deaf.

If Bai Jueming, who was far away, was in such a state, one can only imagine how the soldiers facing the shadow of fists were.

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air. Some soldiers were instantly reduced to dust by the punch, without even uttering a sound. Others had half their bodies pressed into the ground, leaving only their upper bodies struggling above. Broken flesh and blood splattered everywhere, creating a scene resembling a living hell!

The eldest prince, Jinxiu, and others who were fighting in the distance were blasted away by this powerful aura, which was so violent and tyrannical that it did not distinguish between friend and foe.

The Tai Chi diagram at the center of the formation spun wildly under Sun Tai's support, leaving afterimages. The burly man roared, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, his right arm bulging with veins that resembled coiled green snakes, as if it were about to burst.

The illusory fist became even more violent and powerful, the entire phantom burning like lava. After a brief standoff with the formation, a slight cracking sound emanated from it.

Sun Tai, supported by the formation with both hands under the Tai Chi diagram, his blood surging to his face, gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on.

Fortunately, this state didn't last long. After holding on for about two breaths, the burly man in the air began to feel exhausted, and sweat poured down his forehead.

As his strength waned, his right arm gradually returned to its normal size, and the illusory fist in the air lost its source of power, slowly dissipating into the world. The burly man himself fell heavily to the ground; he had done his best.

Sun Tai, at the center of the formation, was also in bad shape. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale and exhausted. He knelt on the ground, clutching his chest and breathing heavily.

Facing an opponent of the same rank, and with the support of an array, Sun Tai shouldn't have been injured so badly. However, Sun Tai was unexpectedly seriously injured, which means that the burly man's strength is above his own and has already faintly touched the threshold of the second rank. He should only be missing an opportunity!

Another aspect is that the burly man's ability to break the formation is too strong. If he were to break the formation at the same level, it would be impossible for him to cause such great damage!

Thinking of this, Sun Tai looked at the man in black holding the golden compass!

The man in black noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and gently swung the compass in his hand.

Just as expected! What kind of method is this?! After catching his breath on the coffin for a moment, Sun Tai gritted his teeth and got up, directing the soldiers to fill the gaps again and stabilize the formation!

This time, however, the soldiers' eyes no longer held unwavering determination; instead, a hint of worry lingered. After all, the bloodied corpses of their comrades lay right beneath their feet.

"Not bad, not bad, this punch has weakened the formation by another 30%!" Peng Li clapped lightly, his face beaming with joy.

"It's a real pity that a third-rank warrior has exhausted himself on the battlefield like this."

"If we don't go all out to destroy the formation, a third-rank character should be able to play a greater role on the battlefield."

The damage a third-rank martial artist inflicts with their full strength on a formation is less than that from specially refined gunpowder. This is why breaking a formation requires specially refined gunpowder; like tofu being set in boiling water, one thing can subdue another.

Bai Jueming, watching from afar, was extremely anxious. The eldest prince and Jinxiu were evenly matched, and the formation had been weakened to this extent. There was also that giant eagle eyeing them from a distance. Why hadn't the third prince arrived yet?

Still on their way on horseback?!