145: Chapter 144 The Demise of the Dan Ding Sect

Tu Gang hung in mid-air, staring at the light barrier with a livid expression, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

Granny Bone stood by his side, her withered fingers stroking her bone staff, her cloudy old eyes filled with cold malice.

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes—disbelief.

A Formation set up by an Early Golden Core Stage cultivator could block the combined attack of two Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivators?

How could such a thing exist in this world?

Tu Gang made the first move.

He gripped his hammer with both hands, the devilish patterns lighting up, and black Devilish Qi surged from his body like a volcanic eruption, pouring into that pitch-black hammer.

The hammer head swelled, transforming into a size of several zhang, with ferocious barbs, emitting an aura of destruction.

He raised the hammer high and brought it crashing down!

This strike was fiercer than any before; the black shadow of the hammer blotted out the sky, smashing toward the Qingxuan Sect's Mountain Guardian Array as if the heavens were collapsing.

Boom!

The light barrier shook violently, and the starlight flickered.

Tu Gang was sent flying backward by the rebound force.

His black hammer emitted a mournful cry, and a tiny crack appeared on its surface.

He steadied himself, looked down at his hands, then looked up at the motionless light barrier, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible..." he muttered.

Granny Bone said nothing.

She raised her bone staff, and the skull at its head suddenly opened its mouth; ghostly blue ghost fire erupted from its eye sockets, transforming into a blue pillar of fire that slammed straight into the light barrier!

That was her life-bound devilish fire, cultivated for eight hundred years, and it had never failed.

The fire pillar crashed into the light barrier, emitting a harsh sizzling sound; the starlight and ghost fire intertwined, devouring and annihilating each other.

Three breaths later, the ghost fire extinguished, yet the light barrier remained motionless.

Granny Bone's expression finally changed.

She looked down at the peak of the main mountain, at the map of mountains and rivers hanging in mid-air, and at the young man sitting on the ground with weak breath.

A flicker of wariness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by killing intent.

"Attack together," she said coldly.

Tu Gang nodded, and the two attacked simultaneously.

The black hammer was like a mountain, the ghost fire like a sea; the power of two Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivators intertwined, turning into a black torrent that roared toward the light barrier!

The entire Formation was trembling, the starlight on the light barrier flickered unsteadily, and the Formation patterns flashed violently, as if they would shatter at any moment.

But in the end, the torrent dissipated, and the light barrier remained.

At the peak of the main mountain, Yun Ming's body was trembling violently.

His Spiritual Qi had long been drained; what was supporting the Formation now were the five Golden Cores spinning frantically in his Dantian.

They were inhaling and exhaling Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi at their limit, injecting every trace of Spiritual Qi into the Formation.

But this was far from enough.

Supporting such a Formation required a massive amount of Spiritual Qi, and what he could provide was merely a drop in the bucket.

What was truly playing a role were the Spirit Stones he had placed in advance—hundreds upon thousands of Spirit Stones embedded in the Formation base, which were being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Spirit Stones were being consumed rapidly, and his Golden Cores were also running at overload.

The five Golden Cores spun faster and faster, almost creating afterimages, and fine cracks even appeared on their surfaces.

That was the price of overdrawing; if this continued, it was not impossible for the Golden Cores to shatter.

He gritted his teeth and took the yunling pill from his Storage Ring—the fourth-grade healing Saint Grade item that True Lord Qingyue had bestowed upon him.

He had intended to save it for himself, but now he couldn't care about that anymore.

"Give this to the Old Ancestor," he said, handing the Medicinal Pill to the Disciple beside him, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

The Disciple took the Medicinal Pill and hurried to the Old Ancestor's side.

The Old Ancestor lay on the bluestone slab, covered in blood, his breath weak.

The Disciple stuffed the Medicinal Pill into his mouth and fed him a mouthful of water.

Once the Medicinal Pill entered his stomach, a warm medicinal power slowly dissolved and flowed through his limbs and bones.

The Old Ancestor's wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, broken bones reconnected, and a trace of Spiritual Qi gradually emerged in his dried-up Dantian.

The Old Ancestor opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Yun Ming.

Yun Ming also looked at him, somewhat surprised; the medicinal effect was so fast!

But in reality, the Old Ancestor was merely holding on by force.

The two exchanged a glance, neither speaking.

Yun Ming pointed his finger, the map of mountains and rivers vibrated gently, and a ray of starlight fell upon the Old Ancestor.

The Old Ancestor took a deep breath and pushed himself up from the ground to sit.

His injuries were far from healed, but with the support of this trace of Spiritual Qi and the starlight, he could barely move.

He stood up, walked to Yun Ming's side, and looked up at the two figures attacking crazily in the sky.

"How long can you hold out?" he asked.

Yun Ming shook his head: "The Spirit Stones will be used up soon. At most one incense stick's time."

The Old Ancestor said nothing.

He raised his hand and injected the trace of Spiritual Qi he had just recovered into the Formation.

Although the Nascent Soul Stage Spiritual Qi was weak, it was far purer than the Golden Core Stage Spiritual Qi.

The starlight brightened slightly.

Tu Gang and Granny Bone's attacks became increasingly fierce.

The two were no longer testing; they were attacking with full force, each strike carrying the power of destruction.

Black hammers, ghost fire, bone spurs, Devilish Qi—various attacks poured down like a rainstorm, causing the light barrier to flicker unsteadily.

But the light barrier still did not shatter.

Just then, a sound of air being pierced came from afar.

The two stopped simultaneously and looked back.

Dozens of figures flew in from the distance, with extreme speed, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.

Leading them were several Late Golden Core Stage devil cultivators, covered in blood with chaotic auras, clearly having been through a fierce battle.

Tu Gang frowned: "What is going on?"

The lead devil cultivator landed before him, knelt on one knee, and said in a hoarse voice: "My Lord, the Danding Sect... has been destroyed."

Tu Gang was stunned: "What?"

The devil cultivator raised his head, his face still stained with the blood of others: "The Danding Sect Mountain Guardian Array was broken, and the Middle Stage Nascent Soul Sect Master self-detonated his Nascent Soul, perishing together with one of our Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivators."

Most of the Sect Disciples were killed or injured, and the rest were surrounded and annihilated by us; there is not a single survivor left.

Granny Bone narrowed her eyes: "What about the other Nascent Soul cultivators?"

"They are already on their way here." The devil cultivator paused, "My Lord had me come to report first; he will arrive shortly."

Tu Gang and Granny Bone exchanged a glance.

The Danding Sect had been destroyed.

This meant that the Qingxuan Sect was now fighting alone and would not have any reinforcements.

A smile curled up on both of their lips simultaneously.

Tu Gang turned around, looking down from a high vantage point at the Sect enveloped in starlight, and sneered: "Did you hear that? The Danding Sect is gone. Your reinforcements will not be coming."

At the peak of the main mountain, there was dead silence.

No one spoke; everyone had heard the devil cultivator's words.

The Danding Sect had been destroyed.

That Sect which had fought side-by-side with them for hundreds of years, that Sect which had promised to send reinforcements, was gone.

Fu Qingyun gripped the broken sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

Fu Qingyun lowered his head, fists clenched tight, his nails digging into his flesh.

Liu Ruyan leaned on Fu Qingyun's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Han Song remained standing by Yun Ming's side, motionless.

Yun Ming said nothing.

He simply looked up at the sea of stars above, at the light barrier that was being constantly attacked, and at the two figures in the sky who were becoming increasingly smug.

The Spirit Stones were almost used up, the Spiritual Qi was almost exhausted, and reinforcements would not be coming.

While waiting for more devil cultivators to arrive, both sides rested for a period of time.

Tu Gang and Granny Bone retreated ten miles away, suspended in mid-air, watching the Sect enveloped in starlight from a distance.

Both of their auras were somewhat sluggish; the previous round of frenzied attacks had consumed quite a bit, and they needed to recover.

There were a few more cracks on Granny Bone's bone staff, and Tu Gang's black hammer had several chips in it.

The devil cultivators they had brought had suffered heavy casualties in the previous rout, and the remaining ones gathered scattered behind the two, all wounded, with low morale.

But soon, a dense sound of air being pierced came from the distance.