Chapter 49 Cat Meets Mo Zhiyuan
The heads and elders of each peak attacked together, targeting the blood-black barrier. They cast all kinds of spells and moves, but the barrier was not damaged at all. Everyone could only watch as the blood mist became thicker and thicker, unable to do anything.
At this moment, the leader of Lingxiao Sect was still sitting on the high platform, showing no signs of taking action, as if he was waiting for something.
The blood-black barrier was like a huge cage, isolating the inside and outside of the arena.
Within the barrier, demonic energy was swirling, and the suction force that devoured spiritual energy was growing stronger and stronger.
The disciples on the stage were horrified to find that their spiritual power was like a flood, rushing madly into the strange array eye under the feet of the demon cultivator in the center.
"My spiritual power is disappearing!" said a sword cultivator from Liuyun Peak in horror.
"I can't...move anymore, help me!"
“No!”
Panic spread instantly. The disciples with lower cultivation levels only held on for a few breaths before they collapsed to the ground with pale faces, as if all their energy had been drained away, unable to even move a finger.
Disciples with higher cultivation levels also felt their spiritual energy rapidly draining away, their bodies becoming extremely heavy, and movement becoming extremely difficult, as if they were stuck in a sticky quagmire.
"Hold on!" Lin Fengbao shouted, and the lightning around him exploded forcefully, temporarily forcing back the surging evil energy around him, but his face turned visibly pale.
Su Yue quickly activated several protective talismans and attached them around the three people, forming a thin spiritual light barrier, trying to slow down the loss of spiritual power.
However, the light of the talisman flickered under the erosion of evil spirit and could go out at any time.
Bai Qingchen's cultivation level was the lowest among those present. The huge suction force tore at his spiritual power, causing it to dissipate at a very fast speed.
He endured the discomfort of having his spiritual energy drained from his meridians, and his brain was working rapidly.
Fu Xiu's understanding of the formation far exceeded that of ordinary people. He could tell at a glance that the core of the sacrificial formation lay in the blood-colored vortex in the center that was constantly spinning and devouring spiritual energy.
He practiced the Taixu Yanxing Jue to counter the formation and slow down the loss of spiritual power.
"Attack the center of the formation! That bloody vortex!" Bai Qingchen shouted with all his might. His voice seemed a little weak amid the chaotic wailing, but it had unquestionable penetrating power.
At the same time, Bai Qingchen quickly formed seals with his hands, and dozens of yellow talismans flew out of the storage bag, accurately shooting towards several key nodes of the sacrificial formation.
Suddenly, the disciples within the barrier felt that the speed at which their spiritual power was disappearing had slowed down.
"Everyone, don't panic! Follow my instructions and attack the vortex in the center! This formation is absorbing our power. Only by destroying the core can we break the formation. Let's concentrate our strength and attack together!"
Bai Qingchen's voice was like a guiding spark in the dark night of despair. Some disciples who still had strength left slowly stood up, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
In this critical moment, they don’t care that the person commanding them is an insignificant loser in normal times. No matter who guides them, as long as they can break the barrier, they will do it.
"Listen to him! Attack the red dot in the middle!"
"We're going to die anyway, let's fight!"
Lin Feng was the first to respond. He roared, and regardless of the pain caused by the rapid loss of spiritual power, he held the Thunder Sword and forcibly squeezed his Dantian.
Violent blue lightning gathered at the tip of the sword, condensing into a thunder sword intent with a destructive aura, rushing straight towards the vortex under the feet of the demon cultivator.
Su Yue gritted her teeth and activated the few remaining explosive talismans she had kept. In an instant, several red firebirds made of flames flew out with screams and pounced on the core of the formation.
The other disciples who were still able to move also used their strongest attacks. In an instant, beams of light of different colors appeared in the center of the ring one after another, like moths to a flame.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dense attacks hit the blood-red vortex like a rainstorm, causing a series of deafening sounds.
The vortex began to shake violently, and the rotation speed seemed to have slowed down a bit, and the suction force also stagnated for a moment.
"It works! The formation has slowed down!" someone shouted in surprise.
However, the demon cultivator above the center of the formation let out an even sharper laugh: "A dying ant dares to shake a tree!"
The demonic energy in his body increased sharply, and the rich original demonic energy merged into the blood-colored array pattern under his feet, forcibly breaking through the array point that was suppressed by Bai Qingchen.
The talisman shattered instantly, Bai Qingchen spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, took a step back and almost fell down.
Buzz!
The entire blood-colored barrier shone brightly, and the suction force suddenly doubled!
The disciples who had just ignited a glimmer of hope were instantly hit hard, and more than half of them went dark and fainted.
Lin Feng's body felt as if he had been hit hard, his knees softened and he fell heavily to the ground, and the lightning surrounding his body dimmed.
Su Yue groaned and his face turned pale as paper. The light of the protective talisman was completely extinguished, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Those attacks directed at the core of the formation with concentrated firepower were like stones thrown into the abyss, easily swallowed by the blood-colored vortex without even causing a ripple.
Bai Qingchen had a pale face. He was the only disciple still standing on the field. He had lost too much spiritual power and could hardly hold on.
In the sky, above the blood-red vortex, the space began to distort, making a chilling creaking sound.
A huge and ferocious portal phantom composed of dense demonic energy is slowly condensing from nothingness.
The portal was dozens of feet tall, with a hideous shape, emitting a terrifying aura that could freeze one's soul.
The mere appearance of the shadow was enough to make everyone present feel an instinctive fear and despair.
Bai Qingchen was reminded of the memories deep in his heart that he didn't want to recall by the illusory door. He covered his head tightly, and something flashed by.
"Not enough! Still a little short! Too slow!"
The demon cultivator looked at the slowly solidifying demon gate, and a scarlet flash appeared in his dark eyes.
His greedy eyes swept over the figures who were still barely standing on the ring, and finally locked onto the figure who was directing everyone to attack the vortex and using talismans to interfere with the operation of the formation.
"Use the blood of this ignorant little bug like you to contribute to the coming of our Lord!"
The demon cultivator laughed grimly, and his body turned into a black smoke, instantly appearing in front of Bai Qingchen. A hand covered with black scales and emitting a foul smell grabbed Bai Qingchen's neck like lightning and lifted him up to the sky above the center.
Bai Qingchen's pupils suddenly shrank as the shadow of death enveloped him. He had been manipulating talismans to interfere with the nodes of the formation, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy. Facing the control of this demon cultivator, he was unable to resist at all!
He used his hands weakly to claw at the arm that was restraining him, and injected his remaining spiritual power into the last few defensive talismans, instantly stacking up several thin layers of spiritual light shields in front of him.
"Hmph! It's all in vain!"
Swish!
The demon cultivator's other hand easily tore through the outermost layer of spiritual light, followed by the second and third layers, as if tearing thin paper. The sharp claws, carrying the breath of death, reached Bai Qingchen's heart!
Lin Feng's eyes were about to burst: "Brother Bai!"
He wanted to rush over, but the strong suction and his injuries made it extremely difficult for him to even stand upright.
Seeing this, Su Yue also let out a desperate cry, her eyes filled with tears.
Just when the dark devil's claws were about to pierce Bai Qingchen's heart.
A dazzling sword light with an indescribable speed, like a cold star falling from the sky, cuts through the darkness, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and without any warning, tears apart the blood-black barrier covering the arena!
The barrier shattered like fragile glass, and the sword light continued to move forward with undiminished momentum. With a terrifying pressure that could destroy everything, it pierced through the arm of the demon cultivator that was grabbing Bai Qingchen with incredible precision.
Without stopping, it penetrated from the top of the demon cultivator's head, passed through his body and went straight to the core of the formation, and the sacrificial formation was instantly shattered.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The hideous smile on the demon cultivator's face froze instantly. He maintained his previous posture, and his body was split in two by the sword light. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even a trace of blood spurted out immediately, as if even the blood was completely frozen in the instant it came into contact with the sword light.
Phew——!
Until the two halves of the body slowly separated to the sides under the action of gravity and fell from mid-air, the frozen dirty blood spurted out like a fountain!
The sharp sword light passed closely by Bai Qingchen, and the sword energy cut off a strand of his black hair.
Bai Qingchen was too close to the demon cultivator, and the boiling hot demon blood with a strong fishy smell poured all over him like a heavy rain.
The warm liquid blurred his eyes, and the strong smell of blood and the unique smell of corruption of demonic energy made his stomach churn.
As soon as the demon cultivator died, Bai Qingchen lost his support and fell from mid-air like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering and falling onto the cold, hard ground.
Bai Qingchen subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his face, trying to wipe off the blood. He barely opened his blood-stained eyes, and his vision was a blur of scarlet.
He raised his head with difficulty, following the remaining trajectory of the sword light and looking up at the sky.
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