175: Chapter 175 These lunatics are even more demonic than demonic cultivators.

"Clang!"

The soul-shattering knuckles slammed into the pitch-black flagpole of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

There was no expected sound of it snapping. This flagpole, forged from the spine of some unknown Demonic Beast, had actually withstood Gu Yan's heavy, powerful punch.

However, the immense impact force traveled down the flagpole, shattering the web between Saint Son Li Tianxing's thumb and forefinger, and the force of the blow tore several gashes into his already disheveled blood-red robe.

"Get lost!"

Saint Son Li Tianxing roared, the blood Qi surrounding his body churning like boiling water.

He hadn't expected this Foundation Establishment Stage ant to be so troublesome, sticking to him like stubborn gum and refusing to let go.

He used the recoil force to retreat dozens of zhang, frantically casting spells with his hands in an attempt to reclaim the vengeful spirits still being swallowed by the Formation.

However, it was too late.

Baifeng City below had now turned into a true money-devouring beast.

"Hiccup—"

It sounded like a burp after a full meal.

After swallowing nearly thirty percent of the vengeful spirits, the light curtain of the Four Symbols Heaven-Locking Array, previously somewhat illusory, suddenly solidified and shifted into a deep, dark purple.

Immediately afterward, dense black runes appeared on the surface of the light curtain.

These runes were not defensive talismans, but rather offensive Restrictions that Gu Yan had modified based on the "Blood Refining Divine Light" from the *Blood River Scripture*.

"Now that you're full, it's time to work."

On the city wall, Jin Feiyan looked at the gray, discarded Spirit Stone in her hand, her heart aching with every twitch, and then vented all her anger onto the control lever.

"Spit it out, you old hag!"

She slammed both hands down.

Hum!

The Formation roared.

The energy of the swallowed and digested vengeful spirits was now converted by the Formation into thousands of purple-black light chains, which erupted from the light curtain like clusters of thorns growing out of Hell.

Their target was not Saint Son Li Tianxing in the sky, but the Blood River Sect demonic cultivators and Yao Beasts on the ground, who were taking advantage of the chaos to attack the city.

Thwip, thwip, thwip.

The speed of the light chains was astonishing, instantly piercing through dozens of Yao Beasts charging in the front.

Those thick-skinned second-order Yao Beasts didn't even have time to scream before they were sucked into dried husks by the light chains.

"What kind of ghostly Formation is this?!"

The Blood River Sect deacon on the ground was terrified, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

They had seen defensive Formations and killing Formations, but they had never seen such a freakish thing that could eat people and spit out bones.

"Don't panic! That's the Formation overdrawing its power! It won't last long!"

A Foundation Establishment Late Stage demonic cultivator leader brandished his ghost-head blade and shouted sternly: "Charge in! Once the city gate is broken, the Formation will collapse on its own! After the city is slaughtered, the blood food here will all be yours!"

It must be said that greed is the best stimulant.

Hearing the words "slaughter the city," the eyes of those demonic cultivators, who had previously been somewhat fearful, turned red again.

They drove the remaining Yao Beasts and howled as they charged toward the city gate, which had already cracked open a gap.

Behind the city gate, there was dead silence.

There were no panicked commoners as imagined, nor was there a regular army standing in battle Formation.

There were only thirty burly men with bare torsos and skin that had taken on an eerie purplish-red color.

They carried no weapons in their hands, only knuckles, iron claws, or even short spikes tied to their hands.

In every one of their eyes, there were no whites, only a murky blood-red—the sign of having consumed an overdose of "sub-grade blood marrow."

That was the "gift" Gu Yan had sent back.

It was also the suicide squad that Leng Yuechan had selected overnight.

"The drug's effect only lasts for half an hour."

Leng Yuechan stood at the very front of the squad, holding a long blade, her voice as cold as ice shards: "After half an hour, your Meridians will snap inch by inch, and you will die. But during this half hour..."

She paused and looked at the ferocious faces of the demonic cultivators outside the gap in the gate: "You are Foundation Establishment Stage."

"Even if you die, you must die on the enemy's throat."

"Open the gate!"

Rumble.

The thick, refined iron city gate swung wide open, much to the astonishment of countless demonic cultivators.

"Kill!!!"

There was no superfluous nonsense.

The thirty suicide soldiers roared and charged out like a pack of mad dogs released from a cage.

"Seeking death! Mere Mortals dare to..."

The demonic cultivator leader sneered and raised his blade to hack down.

Thwack.

The long blade slashed fiercely into a suicide soldier's shoulder, cutting deep enough to reveal bone and even getting wedged into the collarbone.

For an ordinary person, this blow would have crippled them instantly.

But this suicide soldier didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

It was as if he couldn't feel pain at all; instead, seizing the moment the opponent's blade was stuck, he lunged forward one step and wrapped his arms tightly around the demonic cultivator's waist.

"You..."

The demonic cultivator leader was greatly alarmed and just about to channel his power to shake him off.

Snap.

The suicide soldier opened his mouth, revealing a set of teeth that had been specially sharpened, and bit fiercely into the demonic cultivator's neck.

Blood sprayed out.

"Aaaaaah!"

The demonic cultivator leader let out a shrill scream, struggling desperately, and even slammed a palm down to crush the suicide soldier's skull.

But even though the suicide soldier's head was crushed in, his arms remained locked tightly around the leader's waist, and his teeth remained deeply embedded in his flesh, until both of them fell into a pool of blood together.

The same scene played out everywhere at the city gate.

One suicide soldier had his stomach pierced, yet he crawled along the spear and gouged out the enemy's eyes with his fingers.

One suicide soldier had both legs severed, but he used his hands to prop himself up and scurried forward like some kind of reptile, detonating the "yin thunder bead" hidden in his chest.

Lunatics. All of them were lunatics.

"What the Hell is this stuff?!"

The originally aggressive Blood River Sect demonic cultivators collapsed.

They had killed people, seen blood, and prided themselves on being vicious.

But in front of these monsters who felt no pain, knew no fear, and only knew how to trade lives, they felt like they were the bullied, law-abiding citizens.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

Some began to fall back.

But their retreat path had already been sealed off by those purple-black light chains.

Mad dogs in front, thorns behind.

How could this be a siege? This was clearly walking into a meat grinder.

High above, Saint Son Li Tianxing watched the tragic battlefield below, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

The subordinates he had brought were being slaughtered by a group of Mortals.

"A bunch of trash!"

He roared, no longer caring about his dignity, and slammed both hands downward.

Boom!

The River of Blood beneath his feet surged backward, transforming into a massive waterfall of blood, intending to crush the city gate below and drown those damned lunatics.

"Your opponent is me."

A black shadow appeared out of thin air directly beneath the blood waterfall.

Gu Yan.

He was bathed in blood, and the Asura armor on his left arm had turned dark red.

Facing the River of Blood that could crush mountains, he did not dodge; instead, he opened his arms in a gesture of embrace.

"System, operate at full power."

"Asura Shoulder Devour—Gluttony!"

Hum!

The beast head on his left shoulder suddenly came to life, its mouth opening to an exaggerated angle, and it sucked fiercely at the blood waterfall.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The River of Blood that was originally slamming toward the city gate was forcefully redirected, pouring endlessly into that beast mouth, which was only the size of a palm.

Gu Yan's left arm instantly swelled in size, and blinding red light shone from beneath the dark golden scales, as if it might explode at any moment.

Pain.

His Meridians were being stretched to the point of tearing by the violent blood Qi.

But Gu Yan was smiling.

He looked at Saint Son Li Tianxing, whose face was livid in mid-air, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Is this your foot-washing water?"

"The taste is a bit bland."