188: Chapter 188 Seven Connections Combined into One Formation

Zhao Yi... He was also taken aback by Approximate; what a brutal Immortal Art.

Those Immortal Soldiers and Generals knew no pain, feared no death, and were like ants.

But many ants can bite an elephant to death. Even though Human Immortals like Ding Yu had high cultivation levels, their hands grew tired from the slaughter. Ling Hua was drenched in fragrant sweat, and with a single palm, she had no idea how many Immortal Soldiers she had crushed to death.

"This cannot go on. With the master of the Immortal Art here, we will be exhausted to death and still not be his match."

Ding Yu looked at Approximate, his eyes filled with ferocity. "You are all Immortal Fu De, the main force for mining Immortal Stones. You cannot put yourselves in danger."

"It will be the same as before."

"Send me up to slay the evil Dragon."

"Seven-Pass Unified Formation."

The Seven-Pass Unified Formation was the foundation of the Fu De Alliance. It required seven people to be connected, gathering the power of seven to unleash the strength of a Mid-stage Earth Immortal Realm.

The seven had to be connected in heart and body; ordinary Immortals could never form this array.

However, Ding Yu and the others took a different approach. The Formation used Ling Hua as the hub, and Ding Yu sacrificed the most, connecting both forward and backward, serving as the spearhead, while the other five Immortals acted as the Formation Plate.

Once formed, its power was immense, serving as their signature skill for traversing the Great Awakening Spirit Realm.

"Watch out!"

Seeing the seven form the Formation, Zhao Yi quickly warned Approximate while raising the great sumeru treasure hoe, attempting to disrupt the Formation, but it was already too late.

Seven brilliant pillars of light shot up from within Ding Yu and the others, instantly weaving into a rotating star-wheel Formation.

Ling Hua stood in the center, her long hair dancing, her palms forming seals, with Immortal light flowing around her like a falling galaxy.

Her voice was cold and solemn.

"Seven Passes return to one, hearts and light shine as one."

"Activate Formation!"

In an instant, the world lost its color.

A pressure as vast as an abyss descended with a boom. Zhao Yi felt his breath hitch, as if the entire world were pressing down on him.

This was not a simple accumulation of Immortal power, but a sublimation after the complete fusion of the seven people's wills, Immortal power, and Divine Souls, like seven rivers merging into the same ocean.

Ding Yu's figure rose slowly in the center of the Formation. A bone blade condensed and took shape from the Void Realm in his hand, the tip of the blade spitting out endless Evil Qi, causing every inch of the surrounding air to wail.

A point of crimson flew out from between his brows, forming a red space that enveloped Zhao Yi and Approximate. Looking at Approximate, Ding Yu moved his mind, merging with the blade, and transformed into a streak of red light.

"Approximate, watch out!"

Zhao Yi had the heart to block that streak of red light, but his strength simply did not allow it.

Meanwhile, Approximate coiled in the Void Realm, divine light surging in his eyes. Having cultivated to become an Earth Immortal, this was the time he was most arrogant; how could he retreat?

"Well come!"

"Just right to loosen up Lord Dragon's muscles and bones."

"Immovable Dragon Flame."

A streak of Dragon Flame and a streak of red light collided violently in the Void Realm. There was no earth-shattering explosion; instead, there was a deathly silent vacuum.

Immediately after, space shattered inch by inch like glazed glass, cracks spreading to the end of the sky, and the red space was instantly torn apart.

The aftermath had not yet settled, and many peaks around the Immortal Stone Mine were forcibly leveled.

Ling Hua spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Formation Plate composed of the six people trembled violently. Three of them were already pale, their Divine Souls damaged.

But Ding Yu's blade continued to advance.

One inch, then another.

The tip of the blade pierced through the Dragon Flame, pointing directly at Approximate's seven-inch spot.

"Holy crap!"

"I was too arrogant."

"Master, save me~"

Approximate regretted it endlessly, completely forgetting that what he cultivated was the 'B.S.' Dao. He was good at talking trash, but when it came to real fighting, wasn't he just being abused?

Zhao Yi... He did want to save him, but he had to have the strength to do so. By the time Approximate shouted, Zhao Yi had already run far away, his voice coming from afar,

"Take care of yourself."

Approximate... Ding Yu... The other five male Immortals... They were all stunned. Only Ling Hua, not knowing if she was sincere, exclaimed,

"Even the way he runs away is so handsome. I really want to eat him, so he can be with me forever."

"Hm?"

The five Immortals behind Ling Hua were connected to her mind and knew she really wanted to eat Zhao Yi this time, so they couldn't help but shrink their heads.

Female Immortals were truly terrifying.

In the air, Zhao Yi running away gave Ding Yu great encouragement.

"Hahaha~"

"Your master has already abandoned you."

"Die!"

The blade tip instantly broke through Approximate's defense and stabbed into his seven-inch spot.

Approximate...

"I am not afraid, ga~"

"But this is too stifling to go out like this."

Ding Yu twisted the blade, and Approximate lost his breath.

With a bang, the Dragon corpse fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Turning around again, the entire Xuan Mountain range no longer had any sign of Zhao Yi, and even the Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect had disappeared.

"Hm?"

"Where are they?"

At his feet, the Dragon corpse was also turning into specks of golden light, slowly disappearing.

"What is going on?"

In Fuyu Palace, thousands of Lower Profound Sect Disciples were packed together, as if under a immobilization spell, standing motionless in the hall. Fortunately, when Li Yingzhen built Fuyu Palace, she used the Sumeru Mustard Seed Formation; otherwise, Zhao Yi really would not have been able to accommodate so many people.

"Everyone, hold on a bit longer. Their Formation cannot last."

"When their Formation breaks, it will be time for me and Approximate to counterattack."

The many Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect... They were between laughter and tears, as if they were free right now. And that Approximate, who didn't see it? He was dead as dead could be, and they were going to counterattack? They were already thanking the heavens just to keep their lives.

Just as the cultivators were doubting, specks of characters appeared in Fuyu Palace, gathering into the shape of Approximate.

Reappearing, Approximate glared viciously at Zhao Yi. If it weren't for this old six, how could he have been stabbed in his seven-inch spot? It was just that he couldn't move now, otherwise, he would definitely have it out with Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi... He also knew he was in the wrong, and he didn't want to look at Approximate's furious appearance, so he simply closed his eyes to rest, settling down completely.

Zhao Yi and the others had settled down, but Ding Yu and the other seven outside were searching like madmen.

"What kind of method is this?"

"To actually be able to make thousands of people disappear without a trace, without leaving a single mark?"

Ding Yu gripped the bone blade. He now had the strength of the Earth Immortal Realm. Unlike Ling Hua and the others, he could clearly feel that Zhao Yi was nearby, but he just couldn't find him. This stifling feeling was almost making him lose control.

"In this vast world, how can it tolerate such a rat?"

"Come out!"

Ding Yu held the bone blade horizontally, sliding slowly through the Void Realm. Violent Immortal power swept across the wilderness like a storm, blowing away all the surrounding white clouds.

"Damn it..."

"He is clearly nearby,"

"Floating Light and Passing Shadow? Shrinking the Ground to an Inch? Or a World within a World?"

Ding Yu's aura was dropping bit by bit. Although it hadn't reached the bottom, the peak had clearly passed. This meant the Seven-Pass Unified Formation was slowly losing its effect.

Three days later, he completely lost his sense of Zhao Yi.

The Seven-Pass Unified Formation was completely broken.

Ling Hua and the other six had unstable auras, swaying in mid-air. Maintaining the Formation for three days had reached their limit.

"Now."

Zhao Yi's voice suddenly rang in Approximate's ear, almost scaring Approximate to death.

"hoe the ground three times,"

Zhao Yi whispered. He really couldn't bring himself to shout the name of this Immortal Art. The huge hoe descended from the sky, the blade pointing directly at Ding Yu.

"Hahaha~"

"Damn it, you turtle hiding your head, you finally fell for it."