Chapter 104 Breaking the Formation, Three-pronged Surprise Attack

Inside the study of Princess Anguo's residence, the lights were on, but the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

"Are you all clear about your goals?" Chu Chongjin's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable decisiveness.

Mu Fang placed a jet-black spear on the ground, its tip gleaming coldly. It was none other than his Battle Formation Overlord Spear, which had accompanied him on the battlefield for many years.

"East of the city, a cluster of dry wells." He spoke succinctly, and the long-dormant iron-blooded killing intent within him surged once more.

Xiao Beichen also changed into a neat set of night clothes, his expression was completely different from his usual sunny and cheerful demeanor, which was now stern and murderous.

"North of the city, the smelting workshop."

Chu Chongjin nodded, his gaze finally settling on the red circle around the mass grave in the west of the city.

"Leave the last one to me."

"No way!" Mu Fang and Xiao Beichen said almost in unison.

"Ninth Prince, your status is so noble, how can you personally risk your life?" Xiao Beichen said anxiously. "A place like a mass grave is filled with the heaviest yin energy. Who knows what kind of ghosts might be there!"

Mu Fang frowned deeply: "Your Highness can stay and command; we'll do the rough work."

Chu Chongjin shook his head: "The mass grave has the strongest Yin energy, but that's also the easiest to overlook, and its defenses are probably the weakest. At the same time, it's connected to the source of the formation's Yin energy, so it's crucial. I'm the most suitable person to go there."

His tone was calm, yet no one could refute him.

Mu Yu, holding Gun Gun, sighed like a little adult, walked to Mu Fang's side, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Father, let Ninth Brother go."

She looked at the dazzling golden dragon aura above Chu Chongjin's head with her Eye of Fortune, and it was like a large-scale talisman that he could carry with him, more effective than any peach wood sword or black dog blood.

"Ninth Brother is a real dragon, and those little devils all have to go around him when they see him." The little girl explained earnestly.

Mu Fang was speechless at his daughter's words. Looking at Chu Chongjin's noble air and thinking about the limbs and remains in the mass grave, he still felt disgusted.

"In short, a swift victory is essential." Chu Chongjin stopped arguing and made a definitive conclusion. "After breaking through the formation's core, retreat immediately and do not linger in battle. Our goal is not to annihilate the enemy, but to cut off their claws and teeth."

"Understood!" Xiao Beichen and Mu Fang replied in deep voices.

"Ziche, Zhiwei, I'm entrusting the manor to you two." Chu Chongjin looked at the two young men.

Yan Ziche pushed up his non-existent glasses and nodded in a serious tone: "Don't worry, the strategist is in charge of the central command, strategizing and planning."

Xie Zhiwei then took out three small porcelain bottles from her bosom and handed them to the three people respectively.

"Tranquilizing Pill. If you feel restless, take it immediately."

The three of them took the pills, exchanged a glance, and then disappeared into the night like ghosts.

The atmosphere in the study did not relax as a result.

Mu Yu ran to the huge map, propped her little hands on the table, and stared intently at the red dots that were circled.

In her vision, the black spider web covering the capital was still shimmering greedily, its three thickest tentacles emitting a faint black light.

"You bad guys, get ready to get a beating!" The little girl waved her little fist.

...

East of the city, a cluster of dry wells.

This place was once an important water source for the capital city. Later, due to changes in the earth's veins, the water source dried up and it was gradually abandoned, leaving only dozens of bottomless dry wells, which look like strange eyes staring at the sky in the night.

Dressed in black, Mu Fang landed silently beside a dry well, as imposing as a mountain.

He didn't rush to take action, but instead closed his eyes and maximized his keen senses honed through years of battlefield experience.

The sound of wind, the chirping of insects, and... a faint, nauseating, fishy stench.

This smell did not come from the rotten mud at the bottom of the well, but from an evil aura mixed with blood and resentment.

Mu Fang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with murderous intent.

He bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and casually threw it into the well.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

The echo lingered for a long time, as if the well had no end.

However, just as the echo was about to dissipate, a very faint "crackling" sound, like metal rubbing together, came from the bottom of the well.

Found it.

Without further hesitation, Mu Fang lifted the Breaking Formation Overlord Spear in one hand, leaped into the air, and plummeted down like a meteorite!

The well was pitch black, and the sound of the wind whistling in my ears as I plummeted down.

Just as he was about to land, he lightly touched the well wall with his toes, dissipating the force, and silently stood on solid ground.

The bottom of the well was not the muddy ground one might imagine, but a dry, open space.

In the center of the open space stood a sinister altar made of human bones!

At the top of the altar, two crimson lights flickered in the eye sockets of a skull polished to a shine. Strands of black energy emanated from the skull, spreading along the eerie runes carved on the ground to the surrounding well walls, and then seeping into the earth's veins.

Around the altar sat four guardians dressed in black robes, their eyes closed and chanting incantations, seemingly unaware of Mu Fang's arrival.

Mu Fang snorted coldly.

To play tricks or deceive.

With one step, the airflow in the entire well bottom space froze.

The four men in black robes suddenly opened their eyes, a look of horror flashing across them.

They didn't sense anyone approaching at all!

"Who goes there!"

Their response was a gust of wind from gunfire that tore through the air.

Mu Fang moved.

There are no fancy moves, only the most direct and domineering thrusts.

The Overlord Spear, like a black dragon emerging from its cave, carried an indomitable killing intent at its tip and instantly reached one of the black-robed men.

The man in black robes let out a strange cry, formed a hand seal, and a shield made of black energy appeared out of thin air in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The shield was as fragile as paper before the Overlord Spear, and was pierced through in an instant.

The spear tip, still powerful, pierced directly through the black-robed man's heart.

Before the man could even scream, his body visibly withered and turned into a dried-up corpse, before finally crumbling into powder with a loud bang.

The other three men in black robes were shocked and immediately stood up, each holding a curved bone blade, and attacked Mu Fang from three directions at the same time.

Their movements were extremely strange, twisting like snakes, with tricky and ruthless angles.

Mu Fang didn't even glance at them.

With a flick of his wrist, the gun swept out horizontally with tremendous force.

"Sweep through the enemy ranks!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With three crisp sounds, the three bone blades snapped in two.

The three men in black robes were struck as if by a heavy blow, flying backward and crashing heavily against the well wall, spitting out black blood, unable to get up again.

From the moment Mu Fang made his move to the moment it ended, only a few breaths had passed.

He walked toward the altar of bones with a cold gaze.

He could sense that this thing was the source of evil.

He raised his gun, aimed it at the skull that was flashing red light, and poured all his powerful internal energy into the gun.

"break!"

With a low shout, the spear shot out like a dragon!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar exploded at the bottom of the well, and the entire altar of bones collapsed, turning into a pile of broken bones.

That sinister skull was crushed into dust by the spear tip!

As the altar was destroyed, the black mist that had been lingering at the bottom of the well, like a rootless duckweed, let out a resentful hiss before quickly dissipating.

Mu Fang sheathed his gun, turned around, tapped his toes, and rose into the air, returning to the ground in a few leaps.

He glanced up in the direction of the capital and murmured, "Next."

at the same time.

North of the city, an abandoned smelting workshop.

This place was once a foundry under the Ministry of War, but it was abandoned due to severe pollution. The huge furnaces are now cold, and the towering chimneys stand like silent giants in the night.

Xiao Beichen, like a nimble cat, silently slipped into the depths of the workshop.

He walked around several rusty iron furnaces and stopped in front of a warehouse filled with discarded slag.

Yan Ziche and Xie Zhiwei deduced that the key point of the formation was right here.

He pushed open the half-closed iron door, and a wave of heat mixed with rust and blood rushed towards him.

In the center of the warehouse, there was a small, still-operating underground furnace!

The fire in the stove was not the normal orange-red color, but rather had an eerie, ghostly green hue.

A burly man, shirtless and covered in bizarre tattoos, was pouring buckets of viscous, foul-smelling black liquid into a furnace.

With each bucket poured, the eerie green fire in the stove would rise a little higher, and plumes of black smoke would be forcibly pushed into the ground through the pipes connecting to the underground.

Beside the furnace stood a gaunt, bamboo-like old man in a gray robe, holding a bone staff and chanting dry incantations, seemingly presiding over the entire ceremony.

"Hey, working overtime so late at night must be tough."

Xiao Beichen carried his eighty-pound formation-breaking giant hammer and swaggered in.

The burly man and the old man in gray robes were both startled and turned around abruptly.

"Who are you?" The old man in the gray robe asked in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"The ones who send you on your way."

Xiao Beichen grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile was sunny, but his words were chilling.

"court death!"

The tattooed, burly man roared, threw down the wooden bucket, and charged at Xiao Beichen with his bare hands.

He was enormous; with each step he took, the ground trembled, and the eerie tattoos on his body seemed to come alive, emitting an ominous black light.

Xiao Beichen weighed the giant hammer in his hand and shook his head.

"Sigh, it's another one of those who only grow muscles and not brains."

He didn't even move. Just as the burly man's fist was about to smash into his face, he lazily raised the giant hammer in his hand.

It didn't smash; it just gently moved forward sideways.

"Bang!"

The burly man's fist, powerful enough to split stone tablets, slammed solidly into the hammerhead.

The expected loud noise did not occur; instead, there was only a dull, teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking.

"ah--!!!"

The burly man let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire right arm, from fist to elbow, was twisted in an unnatural way, the bones clearly shattered into pieces.

"Not bad strength, but unfortunately, you hit the wrong spot." Xiao Beichen looked innocent.

Upon seeing this, the gray-robed old man's expression changed, and he slammed his bone staff on the ground.

"Black Fiend Bind!"

Several chains formed from black energy shot out from the ground, coiling around Xiao Beichen's feet like venomous snakes.

"A trivial skill."

Xiao Beichen lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaping high into the air to dodge the chains. At the same time, he swung the giant hammer with both hands, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

"Get out of here!"

The giant hammer, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down fiercely towards the furnace of earth fire!

The old man in the gray robe, his eyes wide with rage, screamed, "No—!"

Boom!!!

The sturdy furnace deformed and cracked instantly before the 80-pound giant hammer, and finally exploded with a bang!

Eerie green flames and black liquid splattered everywhere, setting the entire warehouse ablaze.

The evil energy that had been forcibly suppressed into the ground, having lost its source, surged back out, instantly engulfing the gray-robed old man and the screaming strong man.

Xiao Beichen, carrying the giant hammer, whistled and turned to disappear into the firelight.

"That's a wrap, time to go home and have a late-night snack!"