Bai Ying stood in mid-air, her black hair dancing wildly like a waterfall amidst the surging spiritual energy.
The formation beneath her feet, which incorporated the lifelong cultivation of seven Nascent Soul cultivators, was now radiating a chilling crimson light.
The energy flowing within the array patterns was no longer simply spiritual power, but the life essence being extracted from the seven people. Each array pattern was like a greedy blood vessel, frantically sucking away the cultivation and vitality of the trapped individuals.
This seemingly hopeless situation of one against seven was destined to be her feast from the very beginning!
Bai Ying gracefully raised her right hand, her five fingers like lotus blossoms in full bloom, each finger drawing upon countless array patterns. With this seemingly gentle movement, the entire array suddenly emitted a deafening roar, like the first roar of an ancient ferocious beast awakening.
"laugh!"
Seven chains, glowing with an eerie, blood-red light, shot out from the array's core, each topped with a hideous demon's head. These chains, seemingly alive, traced bizarre arcs in the air, precisely piercing the vital acupoints of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators' dantian.
"Ah! My cultivation!" The purple-robed cultivator let out a heart-wrenching scream as he watched in horror as the blood-red chain greedily sucked away the cultivation he had painstakingly accumulated over five hundred years. Spiderweb-like cracks had already appeared within his body, and his pure inner energy was being frantically drained away.
The scholar in the blue robe was ashen-faced, his life force gradually dimming as the chains bound him. The cultivation he had painstakingly developed throughout his life, along with his own vitality, was now being devoured by the chains as specks of golden light. "No... the spiritual power I painstakingly cultivated..." He desperately reached out to grasp everything that was dissipating, but could only grasp at nothingness.
The gray-robed old man's cloudy eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his withered body trembled violently: "This is impossible... The Soul Devouring Array clearly requires seven people to activate it at the same time..." He frantically made hand seals to try to break the chains, but found that his cultivation had been completely sealed.
Bai Ying coldly observed all of this, the array patterns on her fingertips suddenly blazing brightly: "You have indeed researched a perfect Soul Devouring Array, but you've forgotten the most important point..." Her voice suddenly became ethereal and otherworldly, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld, "When the array changes hands, the one who set it up... becomes the best sacrifice."
"Snap!"
The burly, bearded man's proudly imposing physique suddenly emitted a sound like shattering porcelain. He looked down in horror and saw dense, blood-red patterns emerging on his skin, these patterns moving across his body as if they were alive.
Even more terrifying, he could clearly feel his essence being continuously drained away through these patterns.
"Help...help me..." The big man reached out his trembling hand to his companion, but only grasped a handful of scattered ashes. His arm was drying and decaying at a visible speed.
In the blink of an eye, this once mighty body cultivator had become a dried-up corpse covered with strange patterns, with only his wide-open eyes still retaining the terror he felt before his death.
Bai Ying looked down at her prey struggling in the formation, her eyes devoid of joy or sorrow; she was more concerned with the formation itself.
Who would have thought that, even at this point, her first thought would still be to improve her own strength?
"This formation is indeed worthy of being researched and created by seven Nascent Soul stage experts. It has such heaven-defying power."
If Bai Ying hadn't spent so many years researching how to modify other people's formations to her own, with her cultivation level, falling into such a formation would probably have meant certain death.
The formation operated mercilessly, and screams of agony continued unabated.
Blood-red light flowed within the array patterns, and the bodies of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators began to undergo terrifying changes.
The purple-robed cultivator's skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the golden flames dancing beneath; red blood gushed from the seven orifices of the green-robed scholar, his body becoming emaciated; the gray-robed old man's crown suddenly exploded, and a phantom of an infant resembling him was forcibly pulled out of his body, emitting a heart-wrenching cry.
"No...no..." The purple-robed cultivator's body was already covered in cracks. With his last breath, he roared, "I'm willing to serve you as my master...please...spare my life..."
Bai Ying indifferently raised her hand, and a bolt of blood-red lightning struck down from the center of the array, abruptly interrupting his pleas.
Such things have happened before. Compared to subordinates who may harbor disloyal intentions at any moment, she would rather they become corpses!
The purple-robed cultivator's body exploded with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of golden blood mist, which was greedily devoured by the formation. His natal magic weapon, the "Purple Cloud Sword," let out a mournful cry in the air before shattering into pieces.
"ah!!!"
The scholar in the blue robe suddenly let out a scream that was not human. His head twisted backward at a strange angle, and his whole body shrank as if it had been emptied out.
The gray-robed old man's nascent soul was pierced by seven chains simultaneously, and an expression of extreme pain appeared on his small face, which looked exactly like his own.
The chains tightened abruptly, tearing the nascent soul into seven pieces. Each piece twisted and struggled in the air, but could not escape the fate of being devoured by the array patterns.
The screams of the seven gradually ceased. Their physical bodies were reduced to dust by the extremely compressed spiritual energy, and their souls were also annihilated. They died because of their own cultivation level.
The entire valley had fallen into a deathly silence.
The onlookers were horrified to discover that she had killed all seven Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
Only the low hum of the array in operation and the blood dripping from Bai Ying's fingertips remained in the valley.
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