40: Chapter 40: Breaking the Line

Half an hour later.

Baili Yunche's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, a flash of enlightenment crossing his eyes.

He had found the weak point of the Formation.

"Senior Brother Mo, Junior Sister Mo, come over quickly!"

Baili Yunche waved at the two of them and shouted loudly.

Mo Qingling hurried forward, her eyes filled with surprise: "Junior Brother Baili, could it be that you have found the weak point of the Formation?"

Baili Yunche nodded and pointed in the direction of that altar:

"It is that altar. The runes on that altar operate slower than the other altars, and its connection to the blood pool is also the weakest."

"If the three of us concentrate all our strength to attack there, we can quickly break the Formation."

Mo Qingling and Mo Qingfeng, the brother and sister, looked at each other with eyes full of shock.

Just looking at the dense runes and complex Formation patterns of this Nine-Turn Blood Demonic Formation made one dizzy.

Baili Yunche actually found the weak point in a mere half an hour?

"Junior Brother Baili, you are truly amazing!"

Mo Qingling praised sincerely, her eyes filled with admiration.

"You really are a freak!" Mo Qingfeng also sighed with emotion.

Baili Yunche did not say much more. With a wave of his right hand, the chiyang sword flew out of his hand.

"Do it!"

Before his voice faded, the chiyang sword had already transformed into a crimson streak of light, fiercely slashing toward the direction of that altar.

Boom!

A muffled, thunderous sound rang out.

The Sword Qi slashed onto the blood-colored light barrier, causing it to vibrate violently as layers of ripples spread across its surface.

The runes around that altar suddenly flickered a few times, their light dimming by thirty percent.

"It really works!"

Mo Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he summoned his golden Flying Sword, unleashing a full-force strike at the same location.

Mo Qingling also bit her teeth, her hands forming incantations repeatedly as streams of cyan Sword Qi shot out from her fingertips, fiercely colliding with the light barrier.

Rumble!

In an instant, countless streams of Sword Qi, saber lights, and blazing flames... The three of them each displayed their Divine Ability, all their attacks pouring down like a torrential rain onto that weak point.

The blood-colored light barrier trembled violently; ripples turned into waves, and waves turned into massive tremors.

The runes on that altar flickered frantically, and cracks began to spread across the surface of the light barrier.

"Push harder!"

Baili Yunche let out a low shout as the Qi within his body surged frantically. The chiyang sword's Sword Qi surged by thirty percent, slashing down once more.

...

Within the Formation.

Wang Yang sat cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, blood mist surging around his body as his aura steadily climbed step by step.

Only half an hour was left.

In just half an hour, he would be able to fully refine the essence within the blood pool and achieve a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer in one stroke!

Just at this critical moment.

Rumble!

The Formation suddenly shook.

Wang Yang's body swayed, almost toppling out of the blood pool. He abruptly opened his eyes, blood light flashing within them, filled with shock and anger.

"What is going on?"

He released his Divine Sense to probe the Formation, and his expression changed abruptly.

The operation of the Formation had actually become chaotic!

Those originally smooth blood-colored lines began to tremble, and the connections among the nine altars also showed signs of loosening.

Outside the Formation, three figures were frantically attacking the weak point of the Formation!

"Damn it!"

Wang Yang let out an unwilling roar, his hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Wang Yang was beside himself with rage, wishing he could rush out and hack the three people outside into tens of thousands of pieces.

But he could not move.

Because at this moment, his Demonic Technique was operating at a critical juncture. If he were to forcibly interrupt it, not only would all his previous efforts go to waste, but he would also suffer severe backlash.

But if he did not interrupt...

Rumble!

Another violent tremor occurred, and a few more cracks appeared on the Formation's light barrier.

Wang Yang's face turned livid as he gritted his teeth.

After a moment, he finally made a decision—

Interrupt his Cultivation!

Although unwilling, it was still better than being trapped inside the Formation like a turtle in a jar!

He abruptly cut off the operation of his Cultivation Technique and leaped up from the blood pool!

"Ugh—"

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his mouth, and his complexion instantly turned as pale as paper. By forcibly interrupting the Demonic Technique, the backlash caused his internal organs to churn violently.

But he could not care about that right now.

His hands formed incantations repeatedly, attempting to stabilize the Formation.

However, it was already too late!

...

Rumble!

After a deafening, thunderous roar, the Nine-Turn Blood Demonic Formation could finally hold on no longer and shattered with a loud crash!

The blood-colored light barrier turned into countless fragments that splattered in all directions, transforming into specks of blood light that dissipated in the air.

The nine altars trembled violently, the runes on their surfaces extinguishing one by one until they completely lost their luster.

"It's finally broken!"

Mo Qingling looked at the vanishing light barrier, a happy smile blooming on her face.

But the smile on her face had not lasted even a moment before it froze.

In the center of the blood pool, a blood-colored figure was standing there. Eyes gleaming with blood light were staring fixedly at them, filled with toxic malice.

Although his aura was somewhat chaotic and blood still lingered at the corners of his mouth, that pressure unmistakably belonged to the Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer!

"Not good!" Mo Qingfeng's expression changed drastically. "Wang Yang has already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer! Quick, stop him, we cannot let him continue breaking through!"

Before his voice finished falling, he had already summoned his golden Flying Sword, preparing to charge forward.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Sister Mo, you two step back to the side first."

Baili Yunche suddenly spoke up, stopping him.

"But..." Mo Qingfeng was startled.

"There are no buts."

Baili Yunche interrupted him, his gaze fixed straight ahead on Wang Yang in the blood pool.

"I alone am enough. If you stay here, you will only restrict my performance."

Mo Qingfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the confident look in Baili Yunche's eyes, the words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

He took a deep breath and said to Mo Qingling: "Little Sister, we should stay farther away. We must believe in Junior Brother Baili; he will definitely defeat Wang Yang."

He paused and added: "If we stay here, it will only distract Junior Brother Baili, making him restrained when the fight breaks out later."

Mo Qingling bit her lip and gave Baili Yunche a worried look.

"Alright." Mo Qingling finally nodded. "Then Junior Brother Baili, be careful yourself."

Finished speaking, Mo Qingling and Mo Qingfeng quickly retreated dozens of zhang away, watching from afar.

By the edge of the blood pool, only Baili Yunche and Wang Yang remained, confronting each other from afar.

Wang Yang slowly raised his head, his blood-stained eyes sizing up Baili Yunche from head to toe.

When he saw the other person's cultivation level clearly, a flash of disdain crossed his eyes.

Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer?

Just this?

"An ant actually dares to dream of vying with the bright moon for brilliance."

Wang Yang sneered, his voice hoarse and harsh: "So what even if you broke the Formation? A mere ant at the Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer dares to come seek death?"

He stuck out his tongue to lick the blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of mockery: "Speak, who are you? I, Wang Yang, do not kill nobodies."

Baili Yunche curled his lips: "You are not qualified to know your grandpa's name."

Before his voice even finished falling.

He moved!

With a wave of his right hand, the chiyang sword flew out of his hand!

"Setting Sun Sword Technique!"

The chiyang sword traced a dazzling arc in the air, the sword body instantly erupting with blinding crimson light.

Amidst the light, a blood-colored phantom of a setting sun emerged, and countless sword images within the phantom poured down like a torrential rain, enveloping Wang Yang from head to toe!

Wang Yang's expression changed slightly; the might of this sword strike far exceeded his expectations.

His hands formed incantations at lightning speed, the Qi within his body surging frantically as he condensed a huge blood-colored palm print in front of him.

The palm print was fully three chi in circumference, completely blood-red, with faint phantoms of countless grieving souls wailing on its surface, exuding a thick bloody aura.

"Blood Fiend Demonic Palm, indestructible against everything!"

Wang Yang let out a violent roar, pushing his palms forward fiercely.

The blood-colored palm print soared into the sky, meeting the all-encompassing Setting Sun Sword Technique images.

Rumble!

The sword images and the palm print collided with a deafening, earth-shaking crash.

A violent shockwave spread in all directions, causing the blood in the blood pool to be whipped up into waves several zhang high, splashing everywhere.

Swish, swish, swish—

Sword images fell like rain, constantly slashing onto the blood-colored palm print.

With every sword strike that landed, an extra crack appeared on the palm print, and the blood light dimmed by a fraction.

As for those blood-colored fragments that were slashed off, the moment they detached from the palm print, they were evaporated by the scorching heat contained within the Sword Intent, turning into a patch of blood-red mist that dissipated in the air.