102: Chapter 102 The Formation, Begin!

Seeing this, Wu Li spread his wings, his Demon Power surging wildly within him as he quickly escaped the range of the attack.

"Boom!"

The ghost claw descended, causing the Ghost Qi to churn violently and altering the surrounding environment.

"Late Stage of Tier 2, not bad speed."

"But, that is merely 'not bad'."

Lord Tunming raised his hand again, Ghost Qi condensing in his palm and transforming into countless grey-black ghost thorns that shot toward Wu Li, blotting out the sky.

"Boom!"

Wu Li flapped his wings violently, his body dodging left and right in the air, but there were too many ghost thorns, and they were too dense. His left wing was grazed by one, several ink-purple feathers were sheared off, and fresh blood seeped from the wound.

Tiger Biao let out an angry roar, his massive body lunging toward Lord Tunming.

Lord Tunming didn't even glance at him, simply waving his hand to manifest a giant palm of Ghost Qi that swatted Tiger Biao away.

Tiger Biao's massive body tumbled several times in the depression, smashing through several large rocks before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to get up, but several of his bones were broken, and his short, steel-needle-like fur was stained with blood and dirt.

"Overestimating your own abilities."

"Even if I cannot unleash my full power, I am not someone that trash like you can provoke!"

Lord Tunming looked down upon Wu Li and Su Wanyue from above, his ghostly green eyes filled with smugness.

He no longer pursued Wu Li, his gaze landing directly on Su Wanyue beneath the yang pearl. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a greedy smile filled with irrepressible excitement.

"Devouring you will allow me to recover from my injuries!"

"Boom~"

Before the words had even faded, Lord Tunming moved.

Grey-black Ghost Qi churned around him, his figure drifting toward Su Wanyue like a ghost, his speed astonishingly fast.

The aura of a Tier 3 Ghost Demon surged over like a tidal wave. Su Wanyue's ghost body trembled violently. She gritted her teeth, desperately circulating the Ghostly Demonic Aura within her, but that power was like a firefly facing the bright moon when confronted with Lord Tunming—it was simply insufficient.

In the distance, Wu Li, who had been swatted away, crouched in a pile of rubble. The wound on his left wing was still seeping blood, and ink-purple feathers were scattered everywhere.

His blood-red pupils stared fixedly at Lord Tunming. He watched as his figure crossed the edge of the depression and entered the range of the Formation. He watched as his ghost claw reached toward Su Wanyue. Without the slightest hesitation, he used his claws to retrieve the Formation Plate from his Stomach Storage and frantically injected his Demon Power into it.

"Formation, rise!"

"Boom!!!!!"

The runes on the Formation Plate lit up one after another, emitting a blinding golden light.

The sun stones burst forth from the three corners of the depression, their dark red light shooting into the sky as yang power surged out like a tidal wave.

The command flags flew out from the weeds, the sun patterns on the flags shining with intense golden light. The Five Thunder Exorcism Talismans were affixed to the command flags, their golden runes lighting up simultaneously. Streaks of golden lightning shot out from the talismans, exploding in the depression and causing the rubble on the cave walls to rattle and fall.

The yang pearl hung in the center of the depression, shining with intense golden light, illuminating the entire area like daylight.

Yang power surged from the sun stones and, guided by the command flags, converged at the flags.

The Five Thunder Exorcism Talismans underwent Fusion with the yang power, transforming into two golden pillars of light, one on the left and one on the right, sealing off Lord Tunming's path in and out.

The moment the Formation activated, the golden pillars of light shot into the sky, enveloping the entire depression in a searing white radiance.

Lord Tunming's body suddenly stiffened, and the ghost claw reaching toward Su Wanyue stopped mid-air.

His pupils constricted sharply, his ghostly green eyes filled with disbelief as his gaze quickly swept across his surroundings.

"A Formation? You, a member of the Yao Race, actually know how to set up a Formation!"

Wu Li crouched in the rubble, the wound on his left wing still seeping blood, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cold sneer.

He slowly stood up, spread his wings, and stared at Lord Tunming with his blood-red pupils, his voice hoarse and cold: "Old thing, the unbelievable parts are yet to come!"

As he finished speaking, Wu Li slammed his claws onto the Formation Plate, his Demon Power surging wildly.

The runes on the Formation Plate shone with intense golden light, and the two command flags shook violently. The sun patterns on the flags lit up simultaneously, the yang pearl connected the three sun stones, and the base of the Formation and the heart of the Formation merged into one.

The Essence of the Sun surged from the sun stones, guided by the command flags, converging and condensing in the air before transforming into streaks of golden light rain that poured down from the sky.

"Boom!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!!!"

The light rain fell upon Lord Tunming, sizzling upon contact.

His ghost body reacted as if doused in sulfuric acid; grey-black Ghost Qi steamed up from the areas struck by the light rain, and his skin began to crack, revealing the charred soul body beneath.

Lord Tunming let out a miserable shriek and retreated violently, wanting to escape the range of the light rain, but the command flags had sealed off his retreat; the two pillars of light blocked his path on both the left and the right.

Su Wanyue did not escape unscathed either. The light rain fell upon her, burning charred holes into her bright red wedding dress, but fortunately, Wu Li had told her where she could hide, so she quickly flew toward it.

"Ah!"

After a miserable shriek, Lord Tunming's voice became shrill and ear-piercing, filled with irrepressible fury: "Do you think you can trap me with just this broken Formation?"

He raised his hand, Ghost Qi condensing in his palm to form a giant ghost claw that reached toward the command flags.

The moment the ghost claw touched the pillar of light, golden light flared intensely, and electrical currents shot out from the pillar, spreading along the ghost claw to Lord Tunming's arm.

A sizzling sound exploded; his arm was scorched black by the electricity, and Ghost Qi surged wildly from the wound.

"Ah!!"

He let out another miserable shriek, retracting his arm, his face as pale as paper.

At this moment, Wu Li crouched at the edge of the depression, his pupils fixed on Lord Tunming. He did not speak, simply continuously injecting his Demon Power into the Formation Plate. The Essence of the Sun surged from the sun stones, and the light rain became increasingly dense and increasingly intense.

Lord Tunming's ghost body was continuously eroded in the light rain, Ghost Qi steaming off, his soul body flickering unsteadily.

"Damn it!!!"

Lord Tunming's expression darkened completely.

He lowered his head to look at his scorched arm, then looked up at the two command flags that had sealed off his retreat, and finally his gaze landed on Wu Li, who was crouching at the edge of the depression. His ghostly green eyes were filled with rage, carrying a madness suppressed to the extreme.

"Do you think that with just this broken Formation, you can really trap me?"

"The Netherworld opens wide! The Ghost Domain is endless!"

Lord Tunming was furious, and he no longer suppressed the Buddha light within him.

Golden Buddha light exploded from within his body, intertwining with the golden light of the Formation. The aura of a Tier 3 Ghost Demon spread outward like a tidal wave, Ghost Qi churning, and the entire depression trembled.

His soul body began to swell, and grey-black Ghost Qi condensed around him into a thick layer of armor. Countless hideous ghost faces emerged upon the armor, roaring, wailing, and cursing, their voices intertwining and causing one's eardrums to ache.

Wu Li's blood-red pupils constricted sharply. He did not have the slightest hesitation, slamming his claws onto the Formation Plate, Demon Power surging in like a tidal wave.

"Thunder Talisman!"

"Go!!"

"Boom!!!"

The Five Thunder Exorcism Talismans on the two command flags lit up simultaneously, the golden runes shining with intense golden light. Streaks of golden lightning shot out from the talismans, condensing in the air into a golden pillar of thunder as thick as an arm, which then slammed toward Lord Tunming.