152: You who besieged my servants deserve to die.

Barren Mountain.

Gu Changsheng's fingertip touched Lian Shan's glabella, unscrupulously searching his soul.

After a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

"There are several Artifact Refining secret arts here that are worth referencing..."

He chanted a spell, and a demonic shadow appeared behind him.

It was the Heretical Golem.

Gu Changsheng casually flicked his hand, and the Nascent Soul fell into the Golem's mouth, which chewed loudly, making crunching sounds.

The essence of dao karma trickled into its belly, and the Heretical Golem's aura visibly strengthened a little.

"Very good. If it devours a few more Nascent Souls, there's hope for it to Breakthrough to the Middle Stage of Profound Cave..."

The Heretical Golem had great potential.

However, as Gu Changsheng advanced to Profound Cave, coupled with the immense consumption of dao karma essence, the Golem rarely had a chance to act.

Black Qi poured in, refining the Storage Pouch.

Cave Profound Ancestors Lian Shan had quite a fortune.

There were countless Artifact Refining Materials and top-grade Magic Treasures.

But what truly caught Gu Changsheng's Dharma Eye was only that Spirit Treasure—the Mystic Iron Meteor Mountain.

He opened his palm, and a Mystic Iron mountain range appeared within it, glowing with spiritual light, no longer looking damaged as it once was.

"Weapon Forging Sect is indeed impressive.

It only took them less than a hundred years to completely repair it and even improve it further... Perfect, I'll feed it to Azure Dragon Child."

A dark glow flickered in Gu Changsheng's palm.

Spirit Snatching!

The spirit of the Mystic Iron Black Dragon whimpered, its body becoming increasingly faint.

The entire mountain range also became withered and depleted, developing countless cracks.

After a few breaths, it turned into a pile of rusty scrap metal.

A wisp of spiritual essence was injected into the longquan sword, and immediately the sword glowed, its aura increasing significantly.

"Hm? It even developed a new Suppressing Divine Ability... Not bad..."

A smile appeared on Gu Changsheng's face, but his gaze was directed towards the distant Void Realm.

The last thing before going to Shu Mountain—taking away the Witch Race.

Lost Realm.

Outside Panlong City.

Dozens of True Core Old Monsters stood proudly in the Void Realm.

They had ferocious, grotesque faces and strange appearances.

They were all Elders of the Extremely Evil Sect.

A grey-robed old man chanted a spell, and the Formation Plate in his hand emitted a vast mystical light that bombarded the Formation, creating countless ripple-like undulations.

"Old man Yuntu, how much longer until this Formation is broken?"

A green-faced scholar, flicking his tongue and with vertical pupils, asked fiercely.

Green Snake Scholar.

The Extremely Evil Sect Leader's chief Disciple.

"Soon... The person who set up this Formation has incredibly ingenious methods.

Fortunately, this world suppresses the Formation's power.

Otherwise, even a Profound Cave Old Ancestor might not easily break this Formation."

The grey-robed old man's arm trembled, but his eyes were resolute.

Having witnessed such a Formation, if he could analyze and unravel it, his Formation Dao attainments would undoubtedly improve significantly.

"Good. After it's done, you won't be short of rewards."

Green Snake Scholar smiled coldly, a glint in his eyes.

'That brat E Han, before he died, he sent me a message to inform me of the Witch Race's existence, just to get revenge.

He's quite something.

Once I break through the great Formation, I will surely make the one who killed the Witch Race accompany you in death.'

Inside Panlong City.

"Witch King, the great Formation set up by our Lord is about to break..."

A bronze-skinned Witch Race warrior's face was grim.

Ya Dan's face was somber, her gaze piercing through to outside the Formation, where she immediately saw dozens of True Core Old Monsters.

"The enemy's numbers are too great... Even if we summon the Azure Dragon, at most we can kill a portion..."

Ya Dan suddenly made up her mind.

"Pan He!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"You are this King's strongest and most loyal subordinate.

When the Formation breaks, I want you to take Qian Ya and leave through the secret passage."

"Witch King... What about you...?"

"Me?" Ya Dan's voice hitched, then her gaze became sharp and sorrowful.

"If the Witch Race ceases to exist... how can the Witch King live on!"

Ya Dan had resolved to die.

Suddenly, a little girl in animal skins ran over, calling out sweetly: "Mother."

"Qian Ya..."

Ya Dan's gaze softened. She reached out and hugged the little girl, tears involuntarily falling.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the Formation covering the four directions burst like a bubble.

Ya Dan pushed Qian Ya away, her expression icy: "Pan He, take Qian Ya and leave."

"Yes, Witch King!"

"No, Mother..."

As Pan He led Qian Ya out of the great hall, Qian Ya's crying voice faded from near to far, disappearing into the air.

Outside the city.

"It's broken! It's finally broken!"

"Witch Race, so many Witch Race!

This is definitely the largest gathering place of the Witch Race!"

"Kill!"

Figures rushed forward in unison.

Suddenly, Ya Dan, clad in bronze armor, flew into the Void Realm, single-handedly blocking everyone.

With a fierce sweep of her white bone spear, a Cultivator as fierce as a beast was knocked to the ground, breaking countless ribs.

At this moment, she was the Witch King, and also the strongest warrior of the Witch Race!

"Everyone, follow me and kill!"

"We swear to follow the Witch King to the death!"

...The five great bronze warriors simultaneously unleashed their Bloodline, transforming into Strange Beasts, engaging dozens of True Dan Cultivators.

A moment later, the heavens and earth seemed to wail, and blood splattered across the Void Realm.

Rumble—

Ya Dan crashed into the city wall like a cannonball, her armor shattered, revealing three deep, bone-visible gashes on her back.

Her face turned black, and her lips were purple.

Poison!

In the distance, Green Snake Scholar felt a lingering fear.

Just now, at least half of the True Dan Cultivators were swallowed by the head of the Azure Dragon that emerged from the Void Realm.

If he hadn't quietly hidden behind them, he would have met the same fate.

"This Witch Race woman can even summon Strange Beasts... I almost died too..."

Green Snake Scholar's vertical pupils were cold. He looked at Ya Dan on the ground, a cruel glint in his eyes: "She should be exhausted... Perfect, after capturing her, I'll have to torment her for a hundred years..."

Roar—

Green Snake Scholar roared, countless green scales suddenly appearing on his cheeks, his body ripping through his clothes, transforming into a sky-obscuring giant snake.

With a wide-open maw, poisonous mist enveloped the Void Realm, rapidly rushing towards her as it writhed.

The giant snake's phantom grew closer and closer in Ya Dan's pupils.

'It's over... Qian Ya...'

Ya Dan closed her eyes, a tear falling.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind blew past, accompanied by the giant snake's wail, and a Sword Qi sliced through the Void Realm.

"You dare to besiege my servant, your crime deserves ten thousand deaths!"

Gu Changsheng stood proudly in the Void Realm.

Ya Dan suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the figure in the Void Realm.

However, it was not the disheveled Devil Head she remembered.

'No need to think too much, it is I...'

Gu Changsheng's voice came secretly.

Ya Dan's heart immediately settled, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Lord..."

In the distance, the faces of the Cultivators turned ugly, recognizing the person blocking their way.

"Li Daoyi... servant? Could it be that he has long secretly controlled the entire Witch Race?"

"No wonder such an exquisite Formation was set up outside the Witch Race city.

Such methods are simply not something these natives could possess."

For a moment, everyone stopped, no one daring to step forward.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Who would dare to easily provoke the name of a Shu Mountain True Disciple?

As the dust settled, the giant snake transformed into human form, Green Snake Scholar's face extremely grim.

The strange spirit of the Witch Race was related to increasing the soul's foundation.

For those who cultivated the Green Underworld Snake like him, the soul's foundation was even more crucial.

It concerned the opportunity to achieve Dao.

Furthermore, as natives, the Witch Race had occupied this world for many years; who knew how many Heaven And Earth Treasures they had collected.

They must be captured!

Green Snake Scholar's face darkened, and he said loudly: "So what if it's Li Daoyi?

We have waited for many days to break this Formation.

Are we to retreat just because of his words?

Moreover, the Witch Race is an alien race; how could they submit to our Human Race?

Nine times out of ten, this Li Daoyi is talking nonsense, perhaps just to monopolize the Witch Race."

"Green Snake is right!"

"So what if it's Li Daoyi? What I hate most are the so-called Righteous Path!"

"Dare to block my path, even the King of Heaven must die!"

In an instant, dozens of primordial Strange Beasts flew through the Void Realm, attacking in unison.

Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, his expression indifferent: "They really aren't afraid of death..."

His magic power circulated, and ten thousand swords flew through the Void Realm.

Even with the suppression of this world, the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation approached the world's limit.

The sword light slashed out, like a Sword Qi meat grinder, instantly reducing dozens of Strange Beasts to bloody mist.

"Not good! This person is ridiculously strong!"

"Run!"

The remaining few were stunned and fled for their lives.

Gu Changsheng pointed slightly, and several Flying Swords sliced through the Void Realm, effortlessly reaping their lives.

He then cast a spell, and healing power entered Ya Dan's body, her back wounds visibly improving.

"Thank you, Lord."

"Hm... This place is not suitable for long stays.

I will cast a Divine Ability soon and take you all away."

"Yes."

Ya Dan felt as if she were dreaming.

One moment she had resolved to die, the next the calamity had vanished into thin air.

The rapid changes left her feeling a sense of unreality.

'This is great, Qian Ya...'

Ya Dan silently recited a sentence in her heart.

After an incense stick's time.

A figure shot into the distance.

Gu Changsheng looked into the distance: "Next stop, Shu Mountain."