Screams echoed throughout the great formation. Apart from a few cultivators with relatively high cultivation levels who were still desperately resisting, everyone else was dead!
So many cultivators in this formation were turned into corpses in such a short time, and the formation didn't even have time to absorb them.
Bai Ying's silver hair fluttered, and her body was wrapped in purplish-black lightning, making her look like a demon god descending.
Her cold gaze swept over the barely surviving survivors, a mocking smile curving her lips.
These people, who were arrogant and domineering just moments before, are now fleeing in a sorry state like stray dogs, covered in blood and their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Bai Ying was already tired of this cat-and-mouse game, and a murderous intent permeated her entire being.
With a gentle wave of her hand, thunder rumbled through the air. The surviving cultivators, sensing her intention, quickly activated their defensive magical artifacts.
For a moment, various lights flickered in the formation, but they could not conceal the despairing sorrow in their eyes.
At this critical moment, a hoarse yet seductive voice suddenly rang out:
"Don't be afraid of her, everyone! Her formation won't last much longer! I just sensed it; it can only hold for three days at most. Let's unite and resist together. If we hold on, we can get out alive!"
The one who shouted was a black-robed cultivator. He was pale and had blood on the corner of his mouth, but he forced himself to stand up.
Bai Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She hadn't expected that the secret of the great formation would be discovered.
The black-robed cultivator's words were like a shot of adrenaline to the dying. Hope rekindled in everyone's eyes, and they fought back with all their might.
"Once I get out, I will definitely grind the mountain range where the Lingyin Sect is located into dust!"
"Bai Ying! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
The most frenzied person in the crowd was a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage. He ripped off his blood-stained cloak, revealing his chest covered in runes:
"I'm going to raise ten thousand Heart-Eating Serpents in the Lingyin Sect's water prison! First, I'll cut a hundred wounds into those cultivators, watch their blood turn the water red, then pour the swarm of serpents in! I'll listen to their screams, watch the serpents slither into the wounds..."
His description made those around him tremble, yet they were driven by a desire for revenge, wishing they could see it with their own eyes.
Curses and roars mingled together as people either desperately dodged with incredible speed, their figures weaving through the lightning net like ghosts; or they summoned powerful defensive magic weapons, struggling to withstand the bombardment of lightning.
They thought that as long as they persevered, they would eventually find a way out.
However, they ultimately underestimated the power of this ancient formation.
Bai Ying smiled coldly. She raised her hand and clenched it tightly in the void, causing the entire formation to shrink as if it were alive.
In an instant, the previously rampant purple lightning suddenly surged, transforming into a lightning pillar as thick as a water vat that crashed down.
Black smoke, carrying the scorching smell of sulfur, was like a poisonous miasma from the underworld. Wherever it passed, even hard rocks hissed and emitted blue smoke, quickly corroding into grayish-white powder.
"This is impossible! This formation should be on its last legs..."
The monk's roar abruptly ceased. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket pierced his chest precisely, pinning him to the charred stone wall.
Lightning surged wildly through his meridians, and to everyone's horror, his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a "pop," like clay being kneaded by an invisible hand.
The defensive magic treasures summoned by other cultivators were no match for the thunderstorm. The black iron shield was melted into molten iron, the jade magic wheel was shattered into dust, and even the supposedly indestructible natal flying sword was twisted into scrap metal in the lightning.
"No! Run! Run!" someone shouted in despair, but no one dared to move an inch.
As the formation contracted, dark chains continuously emerged from the spatial rifts in the formation walls, coiling around the cultivators' ankles like hungry venomous snakes.
"Ah! No!"
"Bai Ying! I was wrong, please let me go! I'll never do it again, I'll be your slave from now on! I'll be your servant, as long as you're willing to let me go! I'll do anything! I don't want to die, I want to live!"
The speaker was a master at the Void Refinement stage.
As he spoke, the man offered his own soul blood to Bai Ying.
Several Lingyin Sect cultivators present were tempted, after all, he was a Void Refinement stage cultivator. If they could obtain his soul blood, Bai Ying would be even more powerful in the future.
Bai Ying remained motionless. She narrowed her eyes and discovered a barely visible black line hidden at the core of the drop of soul blood—like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, writhing eerily.
In her past life, she had seen this kind of "heart-devouring Gu blood." On the surface, it was the blood of a submissive soul, but in reality, it was a deadly trap.
"Interesting." A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "You think I can't see through such a petty trick?"
The cultivator trembled violently. When he looked up, his fawning smile remained frozen on his face, but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly kowtowed three more times: "Immortal, please understand! This... this is just a remnant of the 'Mysterious Heavenly Qi' I cultivated, absolutely nothing more..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bai Ying suddenly raised her hand. The drop of soul blood was drawn by an invisible force and floated before everyone's eyes. With a flick of her fingertip, a bolt of lightning as thin as a hair precisely pierced the blood bead.
"laugh--"
The black line ignited upon contact with lightning, instantly transforming into a writhing black worm phantom! The worm's body was covered in barbs, and its head was a miniature human face, from which one could vaguely discern the features of a cultivator.
The Lingyin Sect members were all extremely surprised and filled with lingering fear upon seeing this.
"Heart-Eating Demon Gu." Purple flames ignited at Bai Ying's fingertips, burning the struggling black worms to ashes. "They're certainly willing to invest."
The cultivator's face turned ashen. He suddenly lunged forward, his withered claws aimed straight for Bai Ying's throat!
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