197: Soul-Destroying Array

Wang Le smiled and said, "Since that's the case, let's set off!"

Everyone followed Wang Le deeper into the wasteland.

A minute later, Lu Xingchen saw the legendary Glazed Pure Fire.

It had already taken human form, appearing as an old man in white robes, with milky white flames burning on his body.

Lu Xingchen looked at the top of its head.

Three-Star Martial Ancestor!

Indeed, very powerful!

It remained to be seen if Wang Le's preparations would be enough to take it down.

Around the Glazed Pure Fire, there were also more than twenty Fire Slaves, all of them Martial Emperor strength.

The Glazed Pure Fire sat on a chair, floating in the air, resting its chin on one hand, and said indifferently, "More humans coming to their deaths?"

Wang Le said in a deep voice, "Glazed Pure Fire, my name is Wang Le, remember my name. Because, soon, I will become your new master!"

The Glazed Pure Fire sneered.

"The last one who spoke to me like that has already been refined into a Fire Slave by me."

Wang Le said in a deep voice, "To deal with you, I've made ample preparations."

With that, Wang Le took out a small golden orb.

Lu Xingchen recognized this orb; it was a spirit formation seed, capable of storing a Spirit Formation.

It could be released immediately, without the need to set up Spiritual Seals/Marks.

Wang Le opened the spirit formation seed, and a Spirit Formation appeared in the air, then enveloped the Glazed Pure Fire.

Lu Xingchen was immediately shocked.

Based on his understanding of Spirit Formations, this Spirit Formation should be Seventh-Grade, powerful enough to contend with a Martial Ancestor Expert.

No wonder Wang Le was so arrogant; it turned out he had such a secret treasure.

It had to be said that the Disciples of Xuantian Sect were truly wealthy; they used a Seventh-Grade Spirit Formation seed without hesitation.

The Glazed Pure Fire was trapped within the Spirit Formation, thrashing about, trying to break the Seal, but it never succeeded.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Wang Le's lips, as if he could already envision the Glazed Pure Fire being brought into his possession.

This Seventh-Grade Spirit Formation was called the Spirit Extinguishing Array. Its greatest function was not sealing, but extinguishing spirits, capable of eroding a creature's Soul Power.

In other words, as long as Wang Le continuously controlled this Spirit Formation, he could wear down the Glazed Pure Fire's sentience, turning it back into an ownerless object.

However, the Glazed Pure Fire was not an easy opponent; it kept resisting.

It might not be possible to completely wear down its sentience in a short time.

But that didn't matter; waiting was necessary before a grand feast.

As for the Fire Slaves outside, they were all being held back by the Disciples of various Sects, unable to spare any effort to help it.

The Glazed Pure Fire roared from within the Spirit Extinguishing Array, "Despicable human, to use such a Spirit Formation against me, do you dare to fight me head-on?"

Wang Le sneered, "You are a mere Spiritual Fire, not even a human, what are you talking about fairness with me? Once I refine you, I will definitely step into the Martial Ancestor Realm!"

The Glazed Pure Fire snorted, "You forced my hand! Although doing this will burn away ten years of my hard work, to survive, I have no other choice!"

Hearing this, Wang Le's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

The Glazed Pure Fire did not answer, merely clasped its hands together, forming a hand Seal.

Just then, the Fire Slaves who were originally fighting with the Disciples of various Sects suddenly stopped their combat and flew towards Wang Le.

Wang Le's expression darkened, and he shouted, "Fellow Daoists, I'm about to succeed. Stop them!"

The Disciples of various Sects immediately increased their output; half of the Fire Slaves were shattered by them without defense, but the other half still flew towards Wang Le.

Wang Le's face turned black, and he immediately unfurled his Dou Qi Wings, flying away from the Spirit Extinguishing Array.

After all, those were more than a dozen Fire Slaves at the Martial Emperor Realm; even he would find it difficult to survive if he clashed head-on.

But he was confident that these Fire Slaves could not break the Spirit Extinguishing Array.

Firstly, they had no sentience, so they couldn't find the Spirit Formation's weak points.

Secondly, their Realm was only Martial Emperor, so they couldn't break a Seventh-Grade Spirit Formation with brute force.

So, he just had to wait.

Wait for the Disciples of various Sects to deal with all the Fire Slaves, then slowly refine the Glazed Pure Fire.

However, things were not as simple as Wang Le thought.

More than a dozen Fire Slaves collectively self-destructed at one point of the Spirit Extinguishing Array, and the massive Qi waves even sent some Martial Emperors present flying.

Cracks gradually appeared on the Spirit Extinguishing Array.

Immediately, the Glazed Pure Fire struck with a palm, tearing open a hole in the Spirit Extinguishing Array, and flew out.

The Spirit Extinguishing Array lived up to its name as a Seventh-Grade Spirit Formation; it completed self-repair in just three seconds.

But three seconds was enough time for the Glazed Pure Fire to escape.

It looked at Wang Le with a forced smile.

"So, you're Wang Le? All the Fire Slaves I've refined over the past ten years have been destroyed by you. How do you think I should deal with you?"

Wang Le's face darkened, and without a word, he turned and flew towards the exit.

Are you kidding? He could only challenge the Glazed Pure Fire by relying on the Spirit Extinguishing Array.

Without the Spirit Extinguishing Array, how could he, a Ten-Star Martial Emperor, fight a Martial Ancestor Expert?

He had already attracted the Glazed Pure Fire's hatred; if he didn't run now, was he supposed to stay and become a Fire Slave?

Seeing Wang Le's panicked fleeing figure, Lu Xingchen shook his head slightly.

This so-called Saint of an Eighth-Rank Sect was nothing special; he had no real strength.

The Glazed Pure Fire raised its right hand, and a milky white fire lotus condensed in its palm, then shot towards Wang Le.

A golden light shone on Wang Le, forming a Dou Qi Shield around him, blocking most of the fire lotus's power.

But even so, Wang Le was severely wounded, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Then he gritted his teeth and increased his speed again.

Lu Xingchen was envious again.

That golden light just now must have been a defensive Spiritual Artifact automatically protecting its master.

Wang Le was truly rolling in money; he even had such a treasure.

The Glazed Pure Fire also frowned and said coldly, "You have quite a few trump cards. It seems this person is also a figure on Tianyuan Continent!"

Then it turned its head to look at the Disciples of the major Sects and said indifferently, "What about you? Will you leave with him, or stay here forever?"

It wasn't that the Glazed Pure Fire didn't want to kill everyone present, but it didn't have the ability.

The Spirit Extinguishing Array had, after all, been maintained for a period, and its Soul body had suffered severe damage. While its sentience wouldn't completely dissipate, it was difficult to mobilize all the spiritual power within its body.

If the remaining 20 Martial Emperors attacked together, they might indeed pose a threat to it.

Therefore, the Glazed Pure Fire could only choose to let them go.

The priority was to enter seclusion and Cultivate as soon as possible to recover its Soul Power.

Han Han, the Saint of Yin Yang Sect, cupped his hands and said, "We are merely hired thugs for Wang Le. Now that the main character has left, there's no point in us staying. Senior Glazed Pure Fire, this Junior will take his leave first."

"Those belonging to the Yin Yang Sect, follow me!"

Seeing Han Han take the lead, the other Disciples also had thoughts of retreating, and they all turned and left, fearing that if they ran too slowly, they would be hit by a fire lotus from the Glazed Pure Fire.

Dai Jinghai and Chen Zhengyu flew towards Lu Xingchen.

Dai Jinghai whispered, "What do you say, Saintess, Junior Brother Lu, should we also retreat?"