188: Chapter 188 is still not resolved.

"Holy crap! So fierce!" Feng Xiaoyao couldn't help but shout.

Hearing this, Wang Teng beside him wished he could immediately return home and drag out his own extreme dao imperial weapon.

"Pfft..." Under the joint siege of three Saint-Grade Destroyer, Xiao Yan only managed to hold on for three breaths before vomiting blood and retreating.

"Damn it! You don't play by the rules, actually ganging up on me!" Xiao Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gnashing his teeth.

"Hehehe... This idiot actually wants to use moral blackmail? Doesn't he know we have no morals at all?" One of the Destroyer sneered, looking at the other two.

Xiao Yan's expression stiffened. He hadn't expected the Destroyer to be so shameless, effectively shattering his plan to defeat them one by one.

"Brother Chen, it seems we cannot force this. Let's retreat!" He sighed softly and looked at the soul shadow, which was still staring at Yan Buqun, "Old Yan, this matter..."

"No need to blame yourself!" The soul shadow's voice was weathered, "It was me who didn't consider things carefully, still holding a sliver of hope for the Great Yan Empire..."

"Want to leave? Isn't that looking down on us a bit too much?" The three Destroyer noticed the Formation below showing signs of shifting. They exchanged glances, laughed evilly, and immediately spread out.

"Three Talents Formation!"

Even though it was just the simplest combined attack Formation on the Ancient Continent, at this moment, it became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Under the enemy's siege, the turtle shell Formation could still hold on for a while, but it couldn't leave, and its destruction was only a matter of time!

"Mother of bears! I never heard that these ghosts could use Formations!" Feng Xiaoyao was immediately dissatisfied.

"Gagaga..." Hearing this, the three great Destroyer outside seemed to have received great praise, "We can learn too, okay?"

Feng Xiaoyao rolled his eyes and turned to look at Chen Ping, "What do we do now? Call for help?"

Before Old Black Tortoise left for the Western Desert, he not only left them the turtle shell Formation but also a token.

After using it, Old Black Tortoise could teleport back directly from the Western Desert.

"No rush," Chen Ping pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head, "The situation in the Western Desert is probably no better than it is here. If Senior Turtle stays a moment longer, perhaps he can save one more Sect. We can still hold on for some time!"

"Alright then..." Feng Xiaoyao, Xiao Yan, and the others had to agree with his reasoning.

An hour later, the turtle-shaped Formation began to tremble incessantly, and blood was already spilling from the corners of the mouths of many weaker Prodigy inside the Formation.

"Hahaha... Over a hundred delicious-tasting Prodigy, I can't help but drool!" The Destroyer licked the corner of his mouth and laughed wildly.

"Brother Chen! We are almost at our limit!" Niu Ren spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ping nodded slightly, and a small stone turtle sculpture appeared in his palm.

"Bang!" Just as he was about to crush the stone sculpture, a large foot broke through the Void Realm and stomped on the head of one of the Destroyer.

"Who is it?!" The Destroyer possessed an innate sense of superiority.

Now, being stepped on the head by a Cultivator, he was furious.

"Revered Master, be careful! These are Saint-Grade Destroyer!"

"Sect Master, come into the Formation quickly!"

"Brother Lin..."

...

Xiao Yan, Shi Hao, and others inside the Formation were extremely nervous and called out to warn him.

"Hehehe... It seems this brat is the core figure of this group of Prodigy below. Perfect, I'll eat you first!" The Destroyer whose head was being stepped on turned his anger into joy, manifesting a massive head to swallow Lin Bei.

"Noisy!" Lin Bei shouted lightly and whipped his right leg against the head.

"Ah!" The Destroyer let out a miserable scream, and the entire head shattered into dust.

"What?" Xiao Yan was full of shock.

He had fought these Destroyer head-on and knew their strength. He found it hard to believe that Lin Bei had severely injured the opponent with just a single whip kick.

"Revered Master didn't even use an imperial weapon. How can he be this strong?" Chen Ping and Shi Hao looked at each other in dismay.

The battle above continued.

The other two Destroyer realized that Lin Bei was definitely a formidable enemy, so they didn't dare to be careless and attacked together.

"Hmph!" Lin Bei snorted coldly and threw out the ten thousand demon tower, which slowly grew larger in the sky.

"Get in, get in! All of you, get in!" This time, he didn't give the three Destroyer a chance for Fusion, throwing them all into the tower within a few breaths.

"So... so strong, so violent..." The crowd of Heavenly Court Cultivator below were dumbfounded. They never expected that the formidable enemy, whom even their hundred-person Formation could barely resist, was so vulnerable in Lin Bei's hands.

"In front of the Sect Master, I am constantly doubting if I am a piece of trash..." Li Jiuyou said with a resentful tone.

"Why do you still need to doubt it?" Xia Mang glanced at him sideways.

"To be honest, I have suspected more than once that the Sect Master created the Heavenly Court and took us in just so we could better watch him act cool..."

"Makes sense, makes sense..."

...

Hearing the various discussions below, Lin Bei was speechless, "Everyone, I did show up in time to save you, can't you say something nice first?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes... Sect Master is mighty!"

"May you reign for ten thousand generations and unify the Ancient Continent!"

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"Happy New Year..."

...

Listening to these obviously perfunctory words, Lin Bei rolled his eyes, "Forget it, forget it, let's just look for the next Destroyer..."

"Sect... Sect Master Lin, please wait a moment!" Just as he was about to leave, a voice carrying a hint of nervousness came from the Great Yan Empire imperial capital below.

"Oh? Something the matter?" Lin Bei's mouth curled into a sneer as he looked at the speaker, the Old Ancestor of the Great Yan Empire, Yan Buqun.

Yan Buqun gritted his teeth and gathered the courage to speak, "Sect Master Lin, just now, our Great Yan Empire lent the extreme dao imperial weapon to your Heavenly Court Cultivator to defend against the enemy..."

"Now that the demonic threat is resolved, please return our Great Yan Empire imperial weapon!"

"Hmm! That makes some sense, it should be so!" Lin Bei nodded upon hearing this.

Yan Buqun was overjoyed, not expecting the Lord of the Heavenly Court before him to be so reasonable.

"Lin..." Xiao Yan had confusion in his eyes and was about to speak up to explain.

Lin Bei raised his hand to interrupt him, a flash of mockery in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, a Peak Saint-Grade Destroyer appeared in the sky again.

Then, he took everyone from the Heavenly Court and tore through the Void Realm to leave, leaving behind only one sentence that made the Great Yan Empire want to vomit blood.

"It seems the demonic threat is not yet resolved. You should just lend us your Great Yan Empire imperial weapon for a while longer..."

Time flew by, and three months had passed.

After Lin Bei and the Heavenly Court members swept through the Destroyer in the Central Plains, he entered the Southern Ridge region alone to assist the group of Sacred Beast on Shudao Mountain.

Through such diligent labor, the number of Destroyer in the ten thousand demon tower had reached three thousand, and there were thirty-seven Saint-Grade Destroyer.

"Ding! Host, please be aware, the cooldown for courting death has ended!" Another period of Days Like Years had ended, and the System's voice arrived on schedule.

"Good, finally I can try it!" A look of anticipation appeared in Lin Bei's eyes as he flashed into the ten thousand demon tower.

"Let's start with one hundred!" He controlled the Fusion of one hundred small spaces holding the Destroyer.

These one hundred Destroyer had been imprisoned in narrow spaces until they almost lost their minds. Meeting now, they began Fusion without hesitation.

"Grow, grow, grow..."

Watching the aura of the larger Destroyer continue to rise, Lin Bei excitedly cheered them on.

In the end, the Destroyer's strength stopped between the Early Stage and Middle Stage of Saint-Grade.

"Just this?" Lin Bei was clearly not very satisfied, "Then, let's go straight for five hundred!"

With a wave of his hand, four hundred more spaces merged in.