Watching the endless thunderbolts crashing down on the Demon God Palace, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but admire them.
This Senior Brother Zhang is not only incredibly powerful, but also cultivates at an extremely fast pace.
Unexpectedly, he is also extremely proficient in the art of formations.
He couldn't see through this thunderous formation that seemed to destroy the world.
It shouldn't be an original formation from the Dao Sheng Sect.
It is very likely that it was created by Zhang Yuhe himself.
To be able to create a formation with such power.
This demonstrates Zhang Yuhe's exceptional mastery of formations.
Feng Xiaotian turned his head again and looked at the 108 lightning-absorbing pillars.
By this time, he already had some guesses.
These towering pillars were likely used to set up the Ren Water Thunder Absorption Array.
However, the Dao Sheng Sect's Ren Water Lightning Absorption Array only requires twenty-eight lightning absorption pillars.
Moreover, those lightning-absorbing pillars were only low-grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures.
All of the lightning-absorbing pillars that Zhang Yuhe set up were mid-grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures.
Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh.
We crafted so many mid-grade Heavenly Treasures to set up formations.
Senior brother, you've really gone all out!
Zhang Yuhe rapidly formed hand seals, controlling the Myriad Thunder Annihilation Array to continuously launch attacks on the Demon God Palace.
With each bolt of lightning that struck, the blue light curtain above the Demon God Palace would tremble violently.
However, Zhang Yuhe knew.
The Demon God Palace's defenses are not so easy to breach; it will probably take some time.
"Let's speed it up a bit more."
Thinking about this...
Zhang Yuhe waved his right hand.
Nine flying swords rapidly descended towards the outer perimeter of the Demon God Palace.
A dazzling sword aura light curtain rose outside the Demon God Palace.
As Zhang Yuhe began to perform the hand seals.
A massive amount of invisible sword energy rapidly slashed towards the blue light barrier above the Demon God Palace.
The sword energy slashed down rapidly.
The blue light curtain moved even more violently.
Using a two-pronged approach definitely made things much faster.
Seeing the results, Zhang Yuhe nodded in satisfaction.
...
Inside a main hall of the Demon God Palace.
Ning and Feng prayed incessantly.
Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on the platform.
A faint, ethereal figure slowly appeared on the array platform.
The phantom appeared to have no aura whatsoever.
Yet those sharp eyes seemed to see through to the past and the future.
Upon seeing the phantom appear, Ning Hefeng was overjoyed.
He shouted excitedly at the phantom.
"Ning Hefeng, steward of the Demon God Palace of the Cangyun Realm, pays respects to the True God of the Upper Realm."
The phantom glanced at Ning Hefeng, then looked up at the sky filled with thunder.
He frowned slightly and asked.
"What exactly happened? Where is the Palace Master of this realm?"
"One hundred years ago, the passage to Yu Fan Tian was opened, and the Palace Master led his army to invade Yu Fan Tian..."
"Three months ago, news suddenly came that the Palace Master had fallen. Not long after, the Mahayana cultivators of Yu Fantian stormed into the Cangyun Realm."
"We beseech the true gods of the upper realm to swiftly descend in their divine form to resolve the crisis facing the Cangyun Realm."
Ning Hefeng quickly explained the whole story in detail, while also hoping that the demon god from the upper realm would descend as soon as possible.
The invading Yu Fantian cultivators were expelled from the Cangyun Realm.
However, the illusory figure seemed somewhat helpless in the face of Ning Hefeng's plea for help.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"Demons cannot descend to the mortal realm in their true form. If they wish to descend to the mortal realm, their cultivation level must not exceed the Mahayana realm."
Hearing this, Ning Hefeng was not disappointed.
He had heard long ago that demons cannot descend to the mortal realm.
In his view, to deal with the two Yu Fantian cultivators outside, the upper realm only needs to send down one or two Mahayana ancestors.
That would allow us to completely eliminate the opponent.
Thinking about this...
Ning Hefeng immediately said excitedly.
"Then please, true gods, send down a Mahayana realm ancestor from the upper realm as soon as possible to help us. The defensive formations outside are about to collapse."
Ning Hefeng's plea for help even had a hint of crying in it.
There's no way around it, I have to cry now.
If we delay any longer, it will be too late for anything.
However, the phantom said helplessly.
"We currently do not have any boundary-breaking stones, so even if we wanted to send a Mahayana cultivator to the lower realm, we cannot do so for the time being."
Hearing this, Ning Hefeng felt a chill run down his spine.
He plopped down on the platform.
The phantom's words shattered all his previous expectations.
Without the support of the upper realm, they could not possibly defend the Demon God Palace.
Perhaps before long, the Demon God Palace of Cangyun Realm will disappear into the long river of history.
Seeing Ning Hefeng's dejected expression, the illusory figure remained silent.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"I'll talk to the cultivators outside when they come in, and hopefully we can persuade them to leave the Cangyun Realm."
Upon hearing this, Ning Hefeng's eyes immediately lit up.
This phantom of a true god, apart from communicating with others, had no real power whatsoever.
However, the opponent was, after all, a demon god comparable to a true immortal.
Once a True Immortal speaks, the two Yu Fantian cultivators outside have no choice but to obey.
Thinking of this, Ning Hefeng's previously disappointed expression was rekindled with hope.
...
Zhang Yuhe and Feng Xiaotian watched as countless bolts of lightning relentlessly struck down upon the Demon God Palace.
Boundless sword energy swept rapidly across the blue light barrier.
Under this double attack.
The blue light curtain hanging over the Demon God Palace began to pulsate more and more violently.
It was clear that they were on the verge of collapse.
Boom...
As a fierce bolt of lightning struck down, it exploded above the blue light screen, unleashing a deafening roar.
The blue light curtain shattered into pieces in an instant.
The defensive formation that had enveloped the Demon God Palace was completely breached by Zhang Yuhe.
Boundless sword energy swept rapidly across the Demon God Palace.
Those cultivators who retreated to the Demon God Palace were instantly and silently cut into ashes.
Numerous buildings were razed to the ground by the violent sword energy.
"Huh, there are still some that slipped through the net."
Zhang Yuhe's divine sense swept across the surroundings and he discovered that there was still a large hall that was completely intact.
And it seems that there are still demons in the main hall.
"Sect Master, let's go take a look."
"good."
The two flew quickly toward the strange hall.
We arrived outside the main hall.
On the plaque above the main hall were the three large characters "Chengtian Hall".
A large bronze door was tightly shut.
Sword marks remained on the gate.
Clearly, it was this gate that blocked the sword energy attack of the Nine Heavens Primordial Sword Formation.
"snort."
Zhang Yuhe snorted coldly.
If you can withstand the sword energy attack, let's see if you can withstand my Galaxy Dragon Fist.
He raised his hand and threw a punch, slamming it hard against the bronze gate.
The heavy bronze gate shattered into pieces in an instant.
Zhang Yuhe stepped into the main hall.
To his surprise, he discovered that, apart from the demon he had previously detected in his divine sense, there was another one.
At this moment, there was a strange phantom in the main hall.
This phantom figure emitted absolutely no aura, as if it did not exist in the world at all.
Zhang Yuhe looked at the illusory figure and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He had absolutely no idea what kind of being this phantom was.
"Could it be a demon god from the upper realm?"
Zhang Yuhe sensed a great crisis and quietly took two steps back.
He thought that it was best to be cautious when encountering things he couldn't understand.
At that moment, Feng Xiaotian's voice came from the side.
"Senior brother, don't panic. That's just a phantom image that transmits messages; it doesn't possess any real power."
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