508 is unpredictable.

A strange power, a craving for flesh and blood, and a noticeable increase in strength after eating, with harder skin and a stronger grip on the knife.

It seems that with a single stroke of the sword, one can cleave stone; with a single punch, one can cleave the heavens. No longer a myth, one kneels and prays, begging to be granted strength and vitality once more.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept in, the sharp blade slicing through the air and dispersing the mist before them.

The four people, stunned, had just turned around when suddenly, a head flew three feet into the air, and black blood stained the ground.

A domineering figure, clad in a red battle robe, with a voice as loud as a bell and a breath as powerful as a flowing river, exuding solemnity and majesty, and radiating a chilling killing intent.

He roared in a low voice, his voice echoing for miles around, "Come out and face your death!"

With a cold and sharp gaze, a tall and imposing figure, and a flick of his hand, a thunderous blade of light suddenly ripped through the sky, its brightness as bright as day, directly reaching the center of the great formation.

A chilling killing intent emanated from them, as if they were standing in ice and snow, the cold biting to the bone, the deathly gaze fixed on those awaiting their demise.

Sect Leader Lu Shuang slowly appeared, her expression calm. Mi Qi, who was indeed not beside her, was not present. She softly tempted him, "Red King, why don't you wait a moment, and then we can have our final showdown?"

The Red King's eyes narrowed, and he slowly raised the large Guan Dao in his hand.

The Xuanji Sect leader, Mo Taizhen, enhanced his magical artifact and arrived swiftly on his sword, followed closely by a group of disciples riding several flying magical artifacts.

Enveloped in mist, Mo Taizhen had no choice but to stop. He was certain he was safe, but the situation behind him was uncertain.

His icy expression was as cold as winter, his killing intent soaring to its peak. The flames deep within his heart needed to be unleashed. He was determined to exterminate the Crimson Flame Demonic Cult before him. The power bestowed by the evil god had captivated many weak people.

After all, everyone wants to achieve success overnight, right? Talent is fixed, but changing one's fate is ultimately too difficult. Among the vast majority of people, there are only a few who can succeed.

Mo Taizhen coldly said, "You all travel in groups and wait on the outskirts."

The crowd behind them respectfully replied in unison, "Yes. We obey the sect leader's command."

Mo Taizhen drew his sword, a three-foot-long blade named Youlan, because it was entirely blue and forged from blue jade iron.

With a furious roar, he shouted, "Crimson Flame Demonic Cult, come out and face your death!"

A furious roar startled those within a hundred miles, parting the dark clouds in the sky and letting in a sliver of moonlight. The strange and beautiful sight left the disciples behind him deeply awestruck, their hearts trembling.

Lu Shuang remained unmoved. Amidst the surrounding smoke, her eyes were filled with murderous intent as she looked at the Red King before her.

With a charming smile, she said softly and unhurriedly, "Red King, please wait. The Xuanji Sect has arrived. Red King, with your great talent and extraordinary wisdom, you should be able to see who the greatest threat is."

The Red King's expression remained unchanged, but his mind raced, and he understood. However, he needed to ponder for a moment.

Lu Shuang smiled gently, looking like a delicate and pitiful young lady, full of grievances, and said, "We just want a place where we can develop in the long term."

However, the Xuanji faction was unwilling and wanted to unify the Qi Kingdom.

If the Red King were willing to cede one-third of the Qi Kingdom to us, we could join forces and divide the Qi Kingdom into three parts. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

If the Red King is willing, it's not impossible for me to marry him. Compared to his cold and aloof subordinate, she's much gentler.

The Red King's eyes widened in surprise, then he scoffed, "Spreading rumors and misleading the masses? How dare you sow discord among my like-minded people?"

A burst of sword energy shot out, and Lu Shuang lightly swung her long whip. With a loud bang, everyone became secretly on guard.

They all sighed inwardly, 'It seems the opponent's strength has increased slightly again.'

Lu Shuang merged with her surroundings, and the surrounding space seemed ready to attack at any moment. The Red King also looked on alert, as if he was considering Lu Shuang's opinion.

The crowd behind them waited silently; the Xuanji Sect and the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect were both enemies. At this moment, cooperation and vigilance could change in an instant.

Within the great formation, in the outer city, the sleeping people slowly turned to skeletal remains. They were already hungry and weak, and their blood and energy were being drained by the formation. Their exhausted bodies and the last bit of life force they had left were slowly being consumed.

Perhaps it is also a kind of happiness, that the body and soul disappear from the world, and there is no need to suffer any more pain and torment.

The eerie blood array was slowly and continuously draining the life force from its surroundings. The life force of the flowers, plants, and trees around the array was being plundered, and the once vibrant scene became lifeless. The once bright flowers lost their color and became dull and lifeless.

The leaves are withered and dry, falling with the wind. The branches have become thin and lifeless, as if they have lost all trace of life.

Mo Taizhen's eyes were cold and his mind was calm. He didn't care whether the common people survived in the great formation, but if he couldn't reduce the prestige of the Crimson Flame Demon Sect today, he would lose all his dignity.

After all, besides the Xuanji Sect and the Supreme Palace, other forces are also eyeing the area covetously. The terms "wealth," "method," "companions," and "land" all clearly illustrate this.

With his mind made up, and confident in his unfathomable strength, he soared three hundred feet into the air, as if standing atop a cliff. His Youlan Sword emitted a brilliant blue light, dominating the entire Xizi Prefecture City.

The villages surrounding Xizi Prefecture were completely silent. Life is like a candle in the wind, unable to withstand the slightest disturbance.

He uttered a low, clear voice, "The Mysterious Limitless Sword."

He gripped his longsword tightly, its tip pointing towards the sky. The sword energy stirred up the surrounding wind and clouds, shooting straight up into the heavens. The clouds gradually dispersed, and moonlight shone down, illuminating countless shadows.

The light and shadow, numbering in the millions, quickly merged into one. Mo Tai's true energy shook mountains and rivers, its power unstoppable. Invisible ripples seemed to appear in the air, like water waves, rapidly forming a terrifying wave, like a raging storm or tsunami.

Mo Taizhen hesitated for a moment, realizing that Xizi Prefecture might cease to exist.

However, his mind raced like lightning, and he acted without hesitation, letting out a low roar, 'Die, you demon!'

At the time, I felt at ease with myself.

The sword shot out with the force of a thunderbolt, instantly striking the great formation beneath its feet.

A sense of doubt arose in his heart, and he thought to himself, 'Why isn't anyone coming out to stop it?' His eyes turned cold and wary.

The terrifying blood-sucking array, at this moment, was as fragile as a sheet of paper and collapsed instantly.

The sword energy roared and exploded with a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The entire city of Xizi Prefecture shook violently, tall buildings collapsed with a crash, dust flew everywhere, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky.

At the center of the sword energy, a pillar of fire shot out from the crack, the blazing flames soaring into the sky as if to set the entire sky ablaze.

The heat of the pillar of fire made it impossible to get close; the surrounding air was instantly evaporated, and billowing black smoke rose up, obscuring the moonlight.

The once bustling inner city was reduced to ruins, and the entire inner city of Xizi Prefecture was reduced to ruins. The emperor's power could cleave mountains and sever rivers, and slaughter an entire city with such ease.

In Mi Qi's hand, a fist-sized bead of blood, as red as azalea blood, emitted an alluring aroma.