154: Chapter 154 Crimson Beams Lock Down the Capital! Gu Han is in Danger?

"Pass down the order."

"Gather all experts at the Great Yao level or above."

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor suddenly raised his hand, black demonic blood overflowing from his fingertips, condensing into an eerie rune in the air.

"Activate the 'Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation'."

"This Emperor will use the souls of the entire Yao Race as a guide to probe the Karma once more."

"This time, I do not believe a mere ant can resist again!"

The Horned Elder suddenly looked up, a trace of horror flashing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty! The 'Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation' is a forbidden Formation."

"Once activated, it will not only deplete the elite of the Yao Race but will also damage the Luck of our race!"

"Shut up!"

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor roared, Killing Intent surging in his eyes like a tide.

"Luck?"

"Where is this Emperor's dignity?"

"I will make him wish he were dead! What is a mere bit of Luck worth!"

"As long as my heart's knot is untied, this Emperor will achieve another Breakthrough."

"The Luck will definitely skyrocket again."

"Won't this little bit of lost Luck be replenished then?"

The Horned Elder looked at the Nine Nether Demon Emperor in surprise, just about to open his mouth to advise him.

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor sternly interrupted him.

"Act according to this Emperor's command."

"Do not delay."

Seeing that the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's anger had already consumed his reason, the Horned Elder had no choice but to accept the order.

At this moment, the worry in his eyes could not help but surface.

Following the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's order, the entire Demon Palace instantly boiled over.

Countless experts at the Great Yao level or above were forcibly summoned; their expressions were grave, but they dared not defy the Demon Emperor's will.

Deep within the palace, an ancient and massive altar slowly rose.

It was covered in dense, blood-colored runes, emitting a spine-chilling, evil fluctuation.

The Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation, activate!

Countless Yao Race elites were forcibly pushed onto the altar.

Their demonic blood was extracted, their demonic souls stripped away, transforming into beams of blood-colored light that shot into the sky.

They converged into a blood-colored beam that pierced through heaven and earth.

The beam, carrying endless resentment and the power of Karma, tore through the Void Realm, pointing directly at the direction of the capital.

However, this Heaven-Defying fluctuation, while crossing the endless Void Realm, also completely alarmed many Human Race experts.

The border pass of the Great Chu Dynasty, the Demon Suppression Pass.

It was permanently garrisoned by the Great Chu's most elite Demon Suppression Army, resisting the invasion of the Yao Race.

Inside the pass, an ancient watchtower pierced the clouds; at its top, a middle-aged man dressed in black martial attire suddenly opened his eyes.

His face was weathered, but his eyes were like two blazing suns, emitting ten thousand feet of golden light that tore through the night sky.

He was the Division Master of the Zhenwu Division—Yuan Ming, a peerless expert who guarded the border and had hands stained with the blood of the Yao Race.

Since he led the elite of the Zhenwu Division here twenty years ago, he had remained ever since.

Yuan Ming leapt from the top of the watchtower, his slightly burly body tearing through the night sky and landing steadily on the general-summoning platform.

His eyes, like blazing suns, were tightly locked onto the blood-colored beam shooting into the sky in the distant horizon.

The beam distorted space, containing vast Demonic Qi and resentment within.

Even across thousands of mountains and rivers, it still made one's heart tremble.

"A forbidden secret technique of the Yao Race!"

"What boldness."

"They actually used the Luck of the Yao Race to trigger it."

Yuan Ming gave a low roar, his voice like a great bell, causing the flags on the platform to flutter violently.

He had been fighting the Yao Race for years and was naturally no stranger to their secret techniques.

But a forbidden secret technique of this level could only be used by the Demon Emperor himself, and the cost was staggering.

"Come here! Quickly go and notify all the commanders of the Demon Suppression Army!" Yuan Ming did not hesitate in the slightest, his thick voice instantly spreading throughout the entire Demon Suppression Pass.

"Prepare for battle!"

Inside the Demon Suppression Pass, the sound of horns instantly rang through the sky; the sleeping lion was awakened.

Countless soldiers of the Demon Suppression Army, clad in iron armor, surged toward their respective battle positions like a tide.

Bowstrings were pulled taut, blades and spears were unsheathed, and a biting Killing Intent shot into the sky, wanting to contend with that blood-colored beam.

Meanwhile, deep within the Great Chu Dynasty palace.

Inside the Royal Family's Cave Heaven.

Chu Tiankuo's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Two golden rays, like materialized Sword Qi, instantly pierced through the Void Realm.

His deep gaze penetrated layers of palace walls, reaching the distant horizon.

"The Yao Race actually dares to use such a forbidden secret technique!"

"Could there be a sudden change at the Demon Suppression Pass?"

Chu Tiankuo whispered, his voice containing endless anger.

His face suddenly turned gloomy, and Spiritual Qi surged wildly around his body.

Golden Dragon Qi roared out from within his body, instantly triggering fluctuations of Spiritual Qi within the Cave Heaven.

Soon, he could feel that the blood-colored beam was not locked onto the Demon Suppression Pass, but the direction of the capital.

"Yao Race, you are courting death!"

Chu Tiankuo roared, and his figure instantly disappeared from the Cave Heaven.

Meanwhile, in the major clans of the capital.

Deep within the Cao Family, Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder sat cross-legged, Spiritual Qi circulating around his body, like an old monk in meditation.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and he opened his eyes wide, sharp light exploding from them.

"This is... the Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation!"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder exclaimed, his face full of horror.

Feeling that blood-colored beam carrying extreme resentment, a monstrous wave surged in his heart.

This Formation could only be activated by the Demon Emperor, and it was a forbidden technique that used the essence blood of Great Yao as firewood, Luck as a guide, and Heaven-Defying methods to probe Karma.

"Has the Yao Race gone mad?"

"To use such means for the sake of just a few Great Yao?"

Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder could no longer remain calm; his figure turned into a stream of light and instantly rushed out of the secret chamber.

At this moment, Chu Tiankuo was hovering above the palace, gazing at the night sky.

The residual Demonic Qi from the ruins on the outskirts of the capital still made him burn with anger.

Suddenly, he looked up, his blood-red eyes instantly contracting into pinpoints.

"The Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation!"

Chu Tiankuo roared, his voice filled with disbelief and monstrous anger.

He felt that blood-colored beam heading straight for the capital, and an uncontrollable fear surged in his heart.

The Yao Race's target was him.

Or rather, someone in the capital who had been targeted by the Yao Race's Demon Emperor.

What kind of deep hatred could make the supreme ruler of the Yao Race so reckless?

What kind of sacred being could provoke the Demon Emperor to such an extent that he would risk damaging the Yao Race's Luck just to drag them out?

Questions surged in his mind, while before his eyes, lights flickered on and off; streams of light tore through the night sky, whistling as they arrived.

In the blink of an eye, the top experts from the major clans of the capital had all gathered above the palace.

"Your Highness!"

The Cao Family Grand Elder, Cao Xuan, the Supreme Elder, flickered and stopped steadily beside Chu Tiankuo.

His fingers stroking his beard trembled slightly, his eyes full of horror.

"This aura... it is the Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation."

"Has the Yao Race gone mad?"

"Are they intending to go to full-scale war with Great Chu?"

"To go to war with the Human Race?"

"More than mad, it is simply arrogant!"

An old man dressed in dark Daoist robes shouted sternly.

He was the Grand Elder of the Ximen Family; he was usually detached and indifferent, but at this moment, his eyes were wide open, and his beard and hair were bristling with rage.

"Once this Formation is released, the Luck of the capital will surely be implicated. What is the Yao Race intending?"

Other clan experts also spoke up one after another, their tones filled with shock and unease.

They were all old foxes who had weathered many storms and naturally understood the significance of the Myriad Demon Soul Locking Formation.

This was not just tracking a specific person, but a naked provocation against the Human Race and the Great Chu Dynasty!

Racial struggles have always been a matter of life and death.

The loser, their race is exterminated!

Therefore, at this moment, these old foxes temporarily cast aside their prejudices.

"Everyone, this unusual movement by the Yao Race is definitely not ordinary!"

Chu Tiankuo said in a deep voice, his tone containing unquestionable majesty.

His gaze swept over the crowd, taking in everyone's shock and confusion.