157: Circling, disappearing

The two Demon Saints were engulfed by Wang Fatty and their attacks, as they unleashed Divine Abilities one after another, transforming all their accumulated anger, suppression, and hatred from this period.

They were unstoppable; the two Demon Saints retreated steadily. They wanted to escape, but they were enveloped by Su Wumei's Devouring Power and couldn't break free.

“Boom!” Two finger-shadows landed on them, causing them to explode. Wang Fatty and the others finally recovered some interest from the Demon Race.

Ji Yi led them, constantly changing directions and speeding away. For those two Saints to find them so quickly, they must have set up some means.

Silver light flickered in the dark Void Realm. The six individuals, including Ji Yi, vanished like a flash of aurora in the Void Realm. Ji Yi’s gaze reached tens of thousands of miles away, seeing several Demon Saints encircling them, and even the Demon Race army had set up a defensive line around the area, steadily tightening their net.

“Break through this way!” Ji Yi said. Since they were so fond of intercepting, he wanted to see how much power these Demon Saints truly possessed.

Ji Yi and his group actively flew towards a Demon Saint, their intention clear.

“Hmph! Do you really think I have no preparations?” That Demon Saint knew Ji Yi and his group had killed two Demon Race compatriots, but he wasn't nervous at all, because the means he had prepared were even stronger.

Both sides rapidly approached, and soon, the distance between them was less than a hundred miles. For a Saint, this distance was almost like standing face to face.

Thousands of lightning serpents splattered across the Void Realm; it wasn't Mu Zixiao attacking, but Ji Yi's sword. A silver Sword Light, carrying the swiftness and dominance of thunder, pierced towards the Demon Saint.

The Demon Saint waved his hand, and squads of Demon Warriors appeared behind him. It turned out these Demon Saints carried Demon Race armies within their Spirit Mansions, no wonder they were so confident.

A fist print smashed onto the Sword Light. This starry sky shimmered, and the Sword Qi and fist print were evenly matched.

“You can’t escape!” the Demon Saint sneered. They had already set up an inescapable net, determined to capture all the Desolate Cultivators hiding in the Meteor Belt.

Although the Demon Race power mobilized this time was immense, the gains were also significant. They had already killed Human Race Sacred Bodies, as well as those Emperor Sons, pure-blooded Divine Beasts, and so on. As for the lesser Prodigies, their gains were even greater.

“Do you really think the Demon Race battle Formation can be Invincible?” Ji Yi sneered, his eyes sweeping across. The weaknesses of the Demon Race battle Formation were laid bare before him.

Ji Yi had signed in for a Divine Ability called Eye of Formations. Operating it allowed him to see through the weaknesses of Formations. One could say the System had gone to great lengths to ensure his escape, otherwise, it wouldn't have been such a coincidence.

“You all attack, cover me while I break their battle Formation first, then everyone will clear out those Demon Race soldiers.” Ji Yi said.

Although Su Wumei and the others were puzzled, they still unleashed their Divine Abilities to attack the Demon Race. After all, breaking a battle Formation wasn't so easy. One way was brute force, which required much stronger power from their side. The other was skillful crack, which required having gone very far on the Dao of Formations.

Ji Yi’s hands transformed into sword fingers, and streaks of Sword Qi pierced out, concealed in the Void Realm, transforming sword shadows as they pierced towards the Demon Race battle Formation.

The Demon Saint was only focused on dealing with Su Wumei and their attacks, not noticing these concealed Sword Qi fluctuations rapidly approaching them.

He also never imagined that someone could easily break this battle Formation. This was a battle Formation formed by three million Demon Warriors plus him, a Saint. Even an ordinary mid-level Saint was not his opponent.

The Sword Qi pierced the Formation's nodes, and the battle Formation flickered erratically, dimming completely after a brief flash.

“What?!” The Demon Race was horrified. How could a perfectly fine battle Formation be broken like that!

Divine Abilities roared forth, and the six individuals, including Ji Yi, each swept through an area. Sword Qi whistled, extending for a hundred thousand meters. The sky-reaching Sword Qi fell upon the heads of the Demon Warriors, bringing destruction.

There were also the ten-thousand-zhang thunderbolts, sky-connecting storms, gluttonous maws, sky-supporting iron rods, and Demon Venerable palm prints. Except for that Demon Saint, the other Demon Warriors were completely turned into dust under the Divine Ability bombardment of Ji Yi and his group.

The Sword Light, like a Dragon, illuminated the Demon Saint's horrified face. The Sword Light magnified in his eyes, and his Qi was firmly locked by the Sword Qi. No matter what escape arts or Divine Abilities he used, he couldn't shake off the Sword Qi's pursuit.

With a shriek, the Sword Qi pierced through the Demon Saint's defense, blasting him into dust.

“Go!” The six individuals, including Ji Yi, escaped into the Void Realm and continued to relocate.

“No need to rush to intercept them. Follow them; they can’t escape.” The Heavenly Empress Mo Mei said calmly. She took out a Formation Plate, and thousands of white dots were fleeing in all directions, but on the outer perimeter of the chessboard, countless black dots had already formed a sphere. The sphere was continuously compressing; there was no escape for these white dots, neither in the sky nor on the ground.

Ji Yi and his group didn't know that the Demon Race had made such a big move for this operation. At this moment, they were constantly moving, looking for an opportunity to escape, while also seeing if they could collect a bit more interest.

“Damn it, these Demon Race have gotten smarter. They’ve gathered in twos and threes.” Wang Fatty cried out.

“Since there’s no opportunity, we won’t play with them for now.” Ji Yi said, his eyes operating again, seeing countless Formation patterns permeating the entire starry sky. This was the sensing Formation set up by the Demon Race.

Ji Yi had seen this Formation before, but in order to conduct 'fishing' Law enforcement, he had deliberately exposed his whereabouts under the Demon Race's nose.

“Go!” The six individuals, including Ji Yi, jointly activated the Law of Extreme Speed, their speed surging more than tenfold, and they quickly disappeared from the sight of those Demon Saints.

After shaking off the Demon Race's sight, Ji Yi led the five into a gap in the sensing Formation. For a Formation of such a large scale, it was too difficult to be perfectly precise.

For those who didn't understand the Dao of Formations, they were helpless against such a vast Formation. How long would it take to break it by force? This was a Formation that encompassed dozens of star Systems.

For Cultivators proficient in the Dao of Formations, they could easily spot the dark corners of this Formation. As long as they hid in these dark corners, their figures would disappear from the Formation's sensing range.

“Hmm?” Mo Mei looked at the six vanished white dots, a doubt arising in her heart. Had those six already been killed by their Demon Race?

“What's going on? How did those six people disappear? Did you kill them?” Mo Mei asked the group of Saints who were tracking Ji Yi.

“No, they just sped up tenfold and escaped our Divine Thought and sight. We were just about to ask you, Princess, about the whereabouts of those six Desolate Cultivators!” a Demon Saint replied.

“There’s only one explanation: someone among them understands the Dao of Formations. They’re truly annoying rats.” Mo Mei said coldly, not worried about Ji Yi and his group escaping, but merely finding it troublesome.