172: This script, I wrote it.

Blood light soared into the sky.

That voice, which seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Serenities Abyss, exploded in the depths of every living being's Soul.

"It's time... for the main course."

A terrifying pressure, like the Heavenly River pouring down, instantly swept through the entire Demon Tablet World.

The "Zhou Tian Star-Struggle Dragon-Trapping Formation" set up by Wang Duojin buzzed violently, its countless Formation patterns flickering as if it would collapse at any moment.

Inside the Formation, those hundreds of Demonic Path Prodigies who were still cursing earlier now all had faces as ashen as death.

"Immortal Lord... it's the aura of an Immortal Lord!"

"It's over... we're all going to die here!"

"Old Demon Black Flame! What a ruthless method!"

Desperate roars rang out in unison.

Ghost Fiend, Moon Consort, and the others kneeling on the ground were shaking like sieves, not even having the courage to look up.

That pressure was like an immemorial divine mountain, pressing down until their Divine Souls felt like they would shatter.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

Wang Duojin could barely hold onto the abacus in his hand. The trademark business smile on his face had long since vanished, replaced only by solemnity.

"This... the risk is way over the limit! An Immortal Lord! Our little bit of capital isn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!"

Zhao Wuyou slammed the dragon emperor halberd heavily onto the ground. Battle Intent burned in his golden eyes, yet even he was slightly suppressed by that power, his figure sinking slightly.

Gongsun Yan's pretty face turned pale, and she subconsciously leaned closer to Ye Chenfeng.

Only Ye Chenfeng remained standing there.

His figure was as straight as a sword.

The pressure, sufficient to crush a True Immortal, fell upon him but was neutralized by an invisible Chaos Sword Intent.

He looked up toward the blood-shrouded Central Demon Palace in the distance, a hint of mockery curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Main course?"

"I'm just afraid you won't be able to swallow it."

He turned around, looking at his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters with their various expressions.

"Don't panic."

His voice wasn't loud, but it acted like a stabilizing needle, causing Wang Duojin and the others to calm down instantly.

"He thinks he's the chess player."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze swept over everyone, his voice calm and rippleless.

"He doesn't know that this chessboard has long been mine."

Just as he finished speaking.

"Buzz—"

The entire world shook violently once more.

From the ground, countless blood-colored chains burst forth!

They were like venomous snakes with lives of their own, accurately striking at every living being.

"Ah!"

A demonic cultivator failed to dodge in time and was instantly pierced by a blood-colored chain.

His body shriveled at a visible rate as all his blood essence and Divine Soul were forcibly extracted by the chain, turning into a beam of blood light that shot toward the Central Demon Palace.

Screams rang out one after another.

This world had turned into a true Asura slaughterhouse.

"Eldest Senior Brother! The Formation can't hold on!"

Wang Duojin shouted urgently as he watched the blood-colored chains shooting toward the Formation.

The light barrier of the Zhou Tian Star-Struggle Formation cracked with countless fissures under the impact of the chains.

Ye Chenfeng didn't move.

He didn't even spare a glance at those chains.

He simply raised his hand and formed a profound hand seal.

"Rise."

He softly uttered a single word.

Like a supreme decree.

Deep underground in this world, that myriad soul demonic heart, which he had left a Chaos Sword Seal upon, suddenly jolted!

"Thump!"

The rhythm of its beating changed.

It no longer echoed the Central Demon Palace.

Instead, it emitted a completely opposite rhythm, full of devouring and plundering intent!

An invisible vortex centered on the demonic heart violently took shape!

The torrents of blood-colored energy that were originally shooting toward the Central Demon Palace suddenly stalled in mid-air.

Then, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they reversed direction and surged frantically toward the myriad soul demonic heart underground!

Inside the Central Demon Palace.

The Immortal Lord Incarnation sitting on the bone throne suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"What's happening!"

He felt the power of the Sacrificial Formation draining away frantically!

The game he had set up was being tampered with at its very source!

Just at that moment.

A cold voice rang out directly in his Sea of Consciousness along the usurped energy torrent.

"Old Demon Black Flame."

"I'll be taking this feast of yours on your behalf."

"You little beast!"

The Immortal Lord Incarnation was furious.

"How dare you steal this Lord's power! You seek death!"

He immediately activated his Demonic Technique, attempting to regain control of the Formation.

An invisible struggle for the Dao erupted violently across tens of thousands of miles.

The Immortal Lord's Demonic Path Law and Ye Chenfeng's Chaos Sword Dao engaged in a frantic slaughter within that myriad soul demonic heart!

Above the basin.

Ye Chenfeng's face turned slightly pale.

Directly confronting the will of an Immortal Lord was a massive burden for him as well.

But he smiled.

"Third Junior Brother."

He spoke without turning his head.

"Use your Formation as a conduit to divert this power!"

Wang Duojin was stunned at first, but then an unprecedented light burst from his eyes.

He understood!

Eldest Senior Brother was... intercepting the loot!

"Understood!"

He no longer hesitated and threw the abacus in his hand into the air.

"Zhou Tian Star-Struggle! Rotate!"

The operation of the Formation changed instantly.

It was no longer just for trapping; it turned into a massive energy transfer station.

The surging energy from underground, which had been initially refined by the myriad soul demonic heart, was guided by the Formation and split into several torrents.

"Fourth Junior Brother!"

Ye Chenfeng spoke again.

"Your Dragon God Physique can devour blood essence. Go!"

"Good!"

Zhao Wuyou laughed loudly, no longer suppressing himself.

He soared into the sky, directly bathing in one of the most pure torrents of blood energy.

"Roar!"

A Dragon's roar shook the heavens!

The dragon scales on his body stood on end as he frantically devoured that power, his aura rising steadily!

"Fifth Junior Sister, there are spirits of plants and vegetation within. Let them assist your Pill Dao!"

"Yes, Eldest Senior Brother!"

Gongsun Yan sat cross-legged and formed seals with her hands.

Another relatively gentle torrent of energy surged into her body.

Countless phantom images of rare flowers and exotic herbs appeared around her, and her Pill Dao Saint Body shone brilliantly!

"And you all."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze fell upon Ghost Fiend, Moon Consort, and the others.

"If you want to live, then activate your Cultivation Techniques with all your might!"

"How much you can absorb depends on your own luck!"

Upon hearing this, Ghost Fiend and the others were first overjoyed and then dared not delay in the slightest, each starting to Cultivate with everything they had.

The entire basin turned into an unprecedented feast of Opportunity!

Central Demon Palace.

"Pfft!"

The Immortal Lord Incarnation suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His face was filled with unbelievable fury.

He had lost.

In the struggle for control over the Formation, he had actually lost to a junior who wasn't even an Immortal!

The other's Dao seemed to override everything.

His Demonic Path Law was as fragile as paper before the other party.

"Aaaargh!"

He let out an unwilling roar.

"This Lord will tear you apart with my own hands!"

He stood up from the bone throne.

Boom!

The gates of the Central Demon Palace slowly opened.

A figure shrouded in black demonic flames, emitting a terrifying aura that could make heaven and earth lose color, stepped out.

With every step he took, the space beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

The entire Demon Tablet World wailed and trembled under his wrath.

"Since you all want to die so badly..."

The Immortal Lord Incarnation's voice was no longer transmitted through the Formation.

Instead, it turned into tangible sound waves, rolling in.

"This Lord will personally send you on your way!"

The true pressure belonging to an Immortal Lord had descended.

In the basin.

Ghost Fiend and the others who were Cultivating all spat out blood together.

Those with weaker cultivation even fainted on the spot.

Even Zhao Wuyou, who was devouring energy, felt a sense of suffocation.

The Dragon God phantom on his body dimmed significantly.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

Wang Duojin's face was deathly pale.

"He... he's coming personally!"

Ye Chenfeng looked up.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only an unprecedented calm.

"Good."

He slowly stood up.

He grasped the sword on his back.

"The game should end now."

He looked at the black demonic shadow that was tearing through space and rapidly approaching this place.

"He thinks he's here to harvest."

"He doesn't know..."

A cold curve hooked at the corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth.

"He is just the final dish."}],