NABC Chapter 1995 9 Heavens Above
Chapter 1995 9 Heavens Above
Chapter 1995 Above the Nine Heavens
"Brother Ming, wait!"
Just as Ming Zeyang's palm shadow, imbued with the power of spatial confinement, was about to envelop Chen Fei and the other person, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
Along with the sound, a figure instantly appeared beside Ming Zeyang.
The newcomer was Pang Licheng, another fifteenth-level ultimate demonic cultivator. He was short and stocky with a rugged face, but his eyes gleamed with a shrewdness that did not match his appearance.
Almost at the same time he appeared, an extremely condensed jet-black light arrived first, striking the illusory wrist of Ming Zeyang's fair hand with perfect precision.
A soft clashing sound rang out, and Ming Zeyang's seemingly unstoppable palm strike was slightly halted by this sudden attack, with a slight ripple and gap appearing in the area covered by the palm shadow.
Pang Licheng put on a forced smile, looked at Ming Zeyang, and slowly said:
"Brother Ming, you're in such a hurry to act, are you planning to... take all the Origin Lotus Seeds from this kid for yourself? If that's the case, hehe, I, Pang, will not allow it." His words seemed like a negotiation, but in reality, they carried an undeniable firmness.
"Humph!"
Ming Zeyang snorted coldly, withdrew his palm, and the palm shadow dissipated.
He glanced at Pang Licheng, his eyes cold, but did not immediately lash out. Clearly, Pang Licheng's strength was not to be underestimated, and he did not want to engage in a death battle with someone of the same level before his prey.
Just then, a third figure quietly appeared; it was none other than Wang Hanxiu, a fifteenth-level ultimate demonic cultivator with a sinister aura.
He stood like a shadow on the other side, and said in a sinister tone, "Brother Pang is absolutely right, or... Brother Ming, do you want to strike first and kill this kid directly, and then we can compete based on our own abilities? If that's the plan, I would quite agree."
The three demonic cultivators appeared to be hunting together, but in reality, each harbored their own ulterior motives and was wary of the other, none of them willing to let the other get the upper hand and gain a huge advantage.
However, despite the three demonic cultivators being held back by the issue of dividing the spoils, they were absolutely not going to let the duck that was about to be eaten fly away.
Almost at the same time that Pang Licheng stopped Ming Zeyang, Wang Hanxiu seemed to be speaking, but his sleeve flicked slightly without making a sound.
A thick, solid barrier of demonic energy, as black as ink, appeared out of nowhere like an iron wall, instantly blocking Chen Fei and Le Boyang's path as they flew away.
This barrier exudes an aura of solidity and enduring strength, clearly not something that can be easily broken.
Meanwhile, Kuang Yingmo, the demonic cultivator who had narrowly escaped death earlier, mustered his courage and silently appeared at the edge of the battlefield. His eyes were filled with resentment and glee as he stared intently at Chen Fei and Le Boyang, especially Chen Fei.
Kuang Yingmo dared not hope to compete for the Origin Lotus Seed; his only thought now was to watch Chen Fei and Le Boyang die with his own eyes.
Chen Fei, in particular, was still bothered by the calm yet contemptuous question he had uttered when Chen Fei appeared earlier. He longed to see Chen Fei wail and beg for mercy, ultimately suffering a gruesome death.
With demonic obstacles blocking the way ahead and three powerful demonic cultivators eyeing him from behind, Le Boyang looked at Chen Fei's calm profile beside him and felt an indescribable sense of sorrow and despair welling up in his heart.
"Chen Fei!"
Le Boyang's telepathic message, carrying a tearing resolve, exploded directly in Chen Fei's sea of consciousness.
"Listen, I'll burn all the remaining flesh and soul to blast a path to your survival. Don't worry about anything else, seize that fleeting opportunity and escape as fast as you can, as far as you can! Get ready..."
Before the transmission finished, Le Boyang's only remaining left arm clenched tightly. All the Yuan Power in his body, along with his divine soul essence and flesh essence, began to be compressed and ignited in a destructive way.
A wave of energy, filled with destructive power, began to emanate from his body.
In his final moments, Le Boyang wanted to use the impact of his self-destruction to buy Chen Fei a slim, almost nonexistent chance to escape.
This is the only thing he, as the founder of the Illusionary Transformation Sect, can do now.
However, just as the destructive energy within Le Boyang's body rose, a hand gently pressed against his back.
A pure, gentle yet immense Yuan energy surged into Le Boyang's body like a warm tide, instantly calming the violent, conflicting, and out-of-control energy flow within him and forcibly interrupting the process of his self-igniting origin.
"Grandmaster, there's no need for that!"
Chen Fei's calm voice rang in Le Boyang's ears, revealing no trace of panic.
Le Boyang's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to look at Chen Fei, his eyes filled with utter confusion and bewilderment.
If we don't burn everything and fight to the death, are we just going to wait here to die together?
What exactly does Chen Fei want to do?
The brief and strange movement between Chen Fei and Le Boyang, especially the sudden rise and inexplicable subsidence of the fluctuations on Le Boyang's body, immediately attracted the attention of Pang Licheng and the other two.
Ming Zeyang broke the brief silence with a mocking laugh:
"It seems our prey, even on the verge of death, is still trying to put on a show of deep affection between master and disciple? How... laughable and pathetic!"
His words were full of contempt, as if he were watching a boring farce.
However, the moment Ming Zeyang finished speaking, Chen Fei, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned his head, and for the first time, his calm and unwavering eyes met Ming Zeyang's mocking and cruel gaze.
"Boom!"
The next instant, a muffled roar, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of the underworld, suddenly erupted.
A dazzling light burst forth from the depths of the earth beneath their feet.
This light was not a single color, but rather a mixture of earthy yellow, silvery white, five colors, and cold, star-like killing intent, instantly enveloping the surrounding area at a speed beyond comprehension.
The speed was so fast that even Kuang Yingmo, a demonic cultivator at the edge of the battlefield, only had time to show a look of horror before he was swallowed up by the light without exception.
The world changed color. Heaven and earth turned upside down.
One moment it was a scorched valley, filled with demonic energy, and the next it was a completely enclosed space by countless shimmering, colorful array walls.
Above them was a huge, slowly rotating Taiji diagram and the stars in the sky; beneath their feet was a massive array plate covered with mysterious runes; and five pillars of light stood in the five directions, radiating an immense and unparalleled pressure.
"Big formation?"
"No! The aura of this formation..."
The mockery, laziness, and scheming on the faces of the three demonic cultivators, Ming Zeyang, Pang Licheng, and Wang Hanxiu, vanished at this moment, replaced by unprecedented shock and a hint of horror.
They were all seasoned, level 15 experts, and they immediately sensed that the energy level and rule-based aura emanating from this formation that appeared out of nowhere far exceeded their expectations. This was definitely not an ordinary trapping or killing formation.
Ming Zeyang reacted the fastest, his composure vanishing completely as he shouted sharply, "Break the formation!"
Ming Zeyang dared not be careless in the slightest. His demonic energy erupted instantly without reservation, and a nine-story pagoda, entirely blood red and carved with countless agonizing and struggling demonic shadows, emerged from his palm, growing rapidly in the wind.
"break!"
Ming Zeyang formed hand seals and pointed sharply at the array wall in front of him. The blood-red giant tower emitted a deafening demonic roar, carrying a terrifying power capable of crushing planes, and slammed into the radiant array wall.
Almost at the same time that Ming Zeyang made his move, Pang Licheng and Wang Hanxiu also reacted simultaneously.
"Open it for me!"
Pang Licheng let out a roar, and a jet-black halberd with its blade crackling with destructive lightning appeared in his hand.
His arm muscles bulged, and demonic flames surged around him as he pushed his power to the limit. Without any fancy moves, he smashed his halberd violently down on the side of the array wall. Wherever the halberd blade passed, the space emitted a piercing tearing sound.
On the other side, Wang Hanxiu appeared even more silent and ruthless. He directly burned a portion of his original demonic energy, and a giant axe with a ferocious shape, a blade like a crescent moon, and exuding a tragic aura appeared out of thin air.
He gripped the axe with both hands, letting out a roar that was not human. His entire being seemed to merge with the giant axe, transforming into a destructive axe aura that tore everything apart, and fiercely cleaved towards the array wall in front of him.
Its power was so great that it seemed to split the heavens and the earth in two.
Faced with an unknown threat, the three demonic cultivators displayed astonishing teamwork, launching a devastating all-out attack from three directions simultaneously.
The intention was to use absolute power to instantly shatter this strange formation.
In contrast, the demonic cultivator Kuang Yingmo reacted a beat slower.
Only when he saw Pang Licheng and the other two unleash their earth-shattering attack and felt the terrifying fluctuations that made his soul tremble did he subconsciously swing his pair of gleaming claws, which, with a shrill sound of tearing through the air, reached towards the nearest array wall.
At the core of the formation, Chen Fei stood with one hand behind his back and the other hand forming profound hand seals. His expression was calm, as if the world-destroying attack outside had nothing to do with him.
Faced with the combined attack of three demonic cultivators, a berserk attack capable of easily tearing apart the limits of an ordinary fifteenth-level cultivator, Chen Fei simply raised his fingers, which were forming a hand seal, and casually swiped them downwards into the void.
"Zhengzhengzheng!"
The entire formation suddenly trembled, and the celestial constellations that had been slowly rotating overhead suddenly erupted with endless killing starlight.
These starlight beams were cold and sharp, like billions of miniature swords of immortality, converging into a destructive rain of starlight that poured down at a speed exceeding that of lightning.
"laugh……"
"what!"
Kuang Yingmo was the first to suffer. His feeble attack was as fragile as paper in the face of the light rain containing the power of star-like killing calamity.
The claw shadows instantly dissipated, and then countless starlight mercilessly pierced through his demonic body and his soul.
Kuang Yingmo only had time to let out a short, extremely shrill scream before his entire body was riddled with holes, like a tattered cloth pierced by millions of steel needles.
The screams abruptly ceased, and not even a wisp of the soul could escape before being completely annihilated under the starlight, its body and soul vanishing.
At the same time, the vast shower of starlight collided violently with the terrifying attack of the three demonic cultivators.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
A deafening energy explosion instantly resounded throughout the entire array space. The violent energy shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, crashing heavily against the ever-flowing Five Elements Array walls, stirring up countless violent ripples, and the entire array emitted a deep hum.
The ultimate attack unleashed by Ming Zeyang, Pang Licheng, and Wang Hanxiu, three peak-level demonic cultivators at the fifteenth rank, was indeed far more powerful than the pitiful claw shadow of demonic cultivator Kuang Yingmo.
The Blood Tower's demonic power was overwhelming, its halberd shadows tore through the void, and its axe energy annihilated everything. However, this triple attack, which was enough to destroy the world, was like three giant rocks thrown into a raging waterfall. It did indeed stir up amazing waves and even briefly forced back and annihilated some of the star rain in that area.
But that’s all!
The rain of light formed from the billions of stars and the Immortal Slaying Sword Qi was so abundant and sharp that the "Star Calamity" power it contained had an innate restraining and annihilating effect on demonic energy.
The attacks of Ming Zeyang and his two companions lasted for less than three breaths before they collapsed under the relentless onslaught of the endless rain of stars, letting out a mournful cry of despair.
It transformed into chaotic magical energy that scattered across the sky, and was then completely purified and devoured by the subsequent shower of stars.
Despite thwarting the combined attack of the three demons, the destructive starfall continued its momentum. On the contrary, having absorbed some of the dissipated energy, its light became even more dazzling, like a cascading Milky Way, surging overwhelmingly towards the location of Ming Zeyang, Pang Licheng, and Wang Hanxiu.
Ming Zeyang and the other two's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and they let out a roar of shock and rage. They could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that shower of stars, a power that was enough to completely annihilate them.
Without any hesitation, the three of them ignited their primordial demonic energy, which they had cultivated for countless millennia, almost simultaneously, even at the cost of burning parts of their divine soul foundation.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three jet-black primordial demonic flames surged from the bodies of the three demonic cultivators, causing their aura to surge wildly to an unprecedented peak.
The protective magical light on the three people's bodies, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse under the impact of the star shower, solidified several times over in an instant after being infused with this vast source.
It transformed into three incredibly thick, jet-black shields, their surfaces flowing with ancient magical patterns, firmly protecting them inside.
"Chi chi chi!"
The next moment, an endless rain of starlight crashed heavily into the three primordial shields that embodied all the hopes of the three demonic cultivators.
A piercing sound, like a million red-hot irons being plunged into ice water, erupted instantly.
The surface of the pitch-black shield was riddled with countless tiny dents from the impact of the star shower, as demonic energy and star power frantically annihilated each other.
The three demonic cultivators trembled violently, their faces turning deathly pale, and dark golden demonic blood even spilled from the corners of their mouths.
The protective shield they had painstakingly built was suppressed by the terrifying shower of stars the moment they made contact, and was being continuously and frantically worn down and penetrated.
The shield's light dimmed rapidly at a visible speed, and the magic runes on its surface began to twist and break.
The entire protective shield, like a fragile bubble in a storm, began to vibrate violently and at a high frequency, with the amplitude increasing and even fine cracks appearing on its surface.
At this terrifying rate of attrition, in no more than ten breaths, these three protective shields, which condensed the full power of the three fifteenth-level ultimate demonic cultivators, will be completely shattered.
When they are exposed to the star rain, their fate will be no better than that of Kuang Yingmo before.
"How is this possible? How is this possible!"
Ming Zeyang's eyes were bloodshot with extreme horror, and he let out an incredulous, almost collapsing roar.
He could clearly feel his own essence being consumed rapidly, while the opponent's attacks seemed endless, showing no signs of weakening.
Pang Licheng and Wang Hanxiu's faces were also filled with incomprehensible shock and despair.
They were three level 15 ultimate demonic cultivators, and even with their life essence burned, they were still completely crushed without any suspense by a formation set up by a mere level 15 late-stage cultivator, without even the slightest room for resistance.
They could only watch helplessly as their defenses were rapidly worn down, awaiting their death.
This matter has completely exceeded their comprehension, shattering all their common sense and beliefs.
This was not a battle at all; it was a completely unequal, one-sided massacre.
At the edge of the formation's core, Le Boyang stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
Kuang Yingmo, the demonic cultivator who had previously driven him to the brink of despair, severed one of his arms, and regarded him as an ant, was like a bubble under this great formation. He couldn't even withstand a single exchange before being instantly vaporized by the terrifying starlight rain, his body and soul annihilated.
The three terrifying beings, who exuded the ultimate demonic power of the fifteenth rank that made his soul tremble, were now like moths trapped in a spider web, struggling with all their might, but could only watch helplessly as death descended, powerless to resist.
An extremely strong sense of unreality and magic overwhelmed Le Boyang's mind.
At the center of the formation, Chen Fei, who had been calmly controlling the formation, suddenly shifted his gaze slightly, as if sensing something, and turned to look in a certain direction outside the formation.
Almost at the same time, Ming Zeyang, Pang Licheng, and Wang Hanxiu, who were struggling to hold on, also sensed something and laboriously turned their eyes to look in the direction Chen Fei was looking.
Upon seeing this, the three people's eyes, which had been filled with despair and death, suddenly burst forth with a glimmer of wild joy.
Outside the array's light barrier, on a distant mountain, a figure had quietly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
The newcomer was dressed in a dark purple demonic robe, tall and thin, with a cold and stern face, and exuded a level 15 ultimate demonic power that was in no way inferior to that of Ming Zeyang and his two companions.
It was another demonic cultivator they knew, Su Zelin.
Ming Zeyang was the first to react, as if grasping at the last straw, and with all his might, he let out a hoarse shout:
"Brother Su, quick! Join forces to kill this fiend! This boy's formation is bizarre; if we don't eliminate him today, he will surely become a major threat in the future, causing endless trouble!"
Wang Hanxiu, standing nearby, hurriedly echoed in a shrill voice, his voice distorted with fear and urgency:
"Brother Su, act quickly! The three of us have fought desperately to hold back all the power of his great formation. Now is the best time to break the formation and kill him. Hurry, or it will be too late!"
Pang Licheng shouted even louder:
“Brother Su, do not hesitate! This great formation has been exhausted to the last drop. As long as we work together from the inside and outside, we can definitely break it in one fell swoop. At that time, we will divide the primordial lotus seeds on this boy equally.”
However, despite the urgent cries for help from Ming Zeyang and the other two, the demonic cultivator Su Zelin on the mountain did not immediately take action as they had hoped.
His deep, demonic eyes calmly swept over the massive, shimmering array below, which had suppressed three powerful individuals of the same level to the point of utter helplessness. He then took a deep look at the composed, green-robed cultivator at the center of the array, who seemed to have everything under control.
Su Zelin's gaze lingered for a moment on the violently shaking, cracked, and seemingly shattered Origin Shield of Ming Zeyang and the other two, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Ming Zeyang and the others said that this great formation was already at its last gasp.
Su Zelin subconsciously took a small step back, already intending to leave.
"Humph!"
A cold, indifferent snort, yet imbued with supreme authority and terrifying oppression, seemed to come from the heavens above, and also seemed to explode in the deepest part of everyone's heart.
"You dare to act so arrogantly with just a mere chain formation?"
As the voice rang out, a terrifying aura, far surpassing that of Ming Zeyang, Su Zelin, and the others, and seemingly connected to the very fabric of heaven and earth, erupted from afar and surged toward the valley at an incredible speed.
This aura contains a unique charm that is harmonious, profound, and almost Taoist.
This is an aura that only a fifteenth-tier ultimate expert who has forged the foundation of the Earthly Dao can possess.
(End of this chapter)