230: Chapter 230 Alligator Turtle Demon

"You all take action as well, maintain your Spiritual Power output, do not stop."

The five people beside him nodded individually, injecting Spiritual Power into the Formation bases beneath their feet, and the brightness of that pale blue light membrane increased by another few degrees.

The remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators stood in place, not moving, but each gripped the Spiritual Artifact in their hands, their gazes fixed on the surface of that pool.

"Boom, whoosh~"

Spiritual Pressure boiled.

The swamp was completely silent, with only the low humming sound of the Formation remaining.

On the other side.

In the distance, on a treetop near the Evil Pool, two figures landed silently on a horizontal branch.

Wu Li crouched on the thickest branch, Colorless Profound Light permeating the area.

Bai Chi crouched beside him, his gray wings folded behind his back, his gaze also fixed on the direction of the Evil Pool.

He watched for a long while before lowering his voice to ask: "Old Ancestor, what are these Human Race doing?"

Wu Li's blood-red pupils narrowed slightly, sweeping across the twelve Formation bases at the edge of the Evil Pool and those Foundation Establishment Cultivators who were maintaining their Spiritual Power output, then he looked at the layer of water on the pool surface that was unnaturally calm.

"There is a very strong Great Demon beneath this Evil Pool."

"These Human Race Cultivators want to attack it, but it is in the water, making it difficult to fight. They want to use a Formation to force the thing in the water out, forcing it onto the shore before attacking. If it is allowed to stay at the bottom of the water, with the terrain's support, these Human Race are not its match."

Bai Chi nodded, his gaze still fixed on the pool surface, as if thinking about something, but he did not ask again.

"Boom, whoosh~"

The night wind swept over the swamp, carrying a putrid, fishy stench as it drifted past them. That layer of pale blue light membrane continued to shine, and dense runes constantly flowed across the surface of the light membrane, maintaining the stability of the Formation.

The area around the swamp was deathly silent; even the chirping of insects could not be heard, as if all living things had been suppressed by the humming of that light membrane.

A moment later.

A low, rumbling sound came from the bottom of the pool.

The sound was not loud, but it was very deep, as if something had been disturbed underwater, turned over, and stirred up an undercurrent that struck the pool wall and bounced back.

Immediately after, the surface of the pool began to surge violently. Bubbles rose densely from the bottom of the pool, like a pot of boiling water. Muddy black spray rolled continuously under the shroud of the light membrane, revealing a layer of dark light beneath the water surface.

The pool water became hotter and hotter, and the air began to wrinkle as a result. Wave after wave of air blasts spread outward from the center of the pool, pushing the algae and dead branches floating on the water surface, causing them to collide and shatter at the edge of the light membrane.

"Boom!!!"

A dull, explosive sound erupted from the bottom of the pool, as if something had smashed through the final barrier underwater.

A terrifying Demon Power surged out from the bottom of the water, like steam that had been compressed for too long finally finding an exit, gushing out madly and churning the entire surface of the Evil Pool.

"Splash~"

A water column shot into the sky, hitting that layer of pale blue light membrane, splashing up a patch of dark black water that fell like a torrential rain onto the nearby muddy ground. The putrid odor spread with the water vapor, wrapped in a strong, fishy smell and the scent of earth.

The airflow over the swamp was stirred into chaos by that Demon Power, and even the mist covering the sky was dispersed for hundreds of zhang.

Han Zheng, protected by Spiritual Light, stood on the stone slope, staring at the huge shadow surging in the pool water, and said in a deep voice: "It is here."

The five people beside him stopped simultaneously, preparing for battle.

Wu Li, on the periphery, also had an extra measure of focus in his gaze, his blood-red pupils reflecting the outline of the shadow that had not yet fully surfaced.

This very aura... It was the same as what Wu Li had seen in the fragment back then.

Soon.

After the water column fell, the surging on the pool surface gradually subsided, but the area in the center of the pool never returned to calm, as if something was slowly rising from the bottom of the water, pushing the water surface to both sides and forming a low, gentle bulge.

With a dull sound of emerging from the water, a massive figure slowly surfaced from the bottom of the water and stood on the shoal in the center of the Evil Pool.

It was a giant turtle; saying it was a turtle was more like describing a small mountain covered in moss and silt. Its turtle shell was dark brown, and the surface was covered with irregular cracks and protrusions, like an old stone that had been polished repeatedly by countless years and battles.

The scales on the edge of the turtle shell were rough and thick, its limbs were as thick as stone pillars, its toes were connected by wide webs, and its claws were dug into the mud, leaving deep imprints.

Its head was huge, its neck short and thick, its skin loose, covered with a layer of grayish-black scales, and its two eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets.

Its yellowish-brown pupils carried a layer of weariness and coldness that seemed to have settled for too long. When it swept across those Human Race Cultivators standing at the edge of the Formation, it swept once, then swept again, and finally landed on Han Zheng.

"You Human Race, you truly deserve to die!!"

The Alligator Turtle Demon's voice was not high, but it was very deep, like a muffled sound coming from deep underground, shaking the muddy ground beneath his feet until it trembled slightly.

"I have Cultivated here for a thousand years, never crossing boundaries; why do you come to invade?"

Han Zheng stood on the stone slope, his mysterious black robe fluttering slightly in the wind, and the silver token at his waist gleaming with cold light in the night.

He stared at that giant turtle, his voice steady.

"It is true that you have Cultivated here for a thousand years."

"But the place you are guarding is a vital passage for the border Teleportation Formation of our Youyue Dynasty. The imperial court has ordered that anyone who obstructs border security shall be eliminated. If you do not voluntarily retreat today, we will have no choice but to take action."

The giant turtle's yellowish-brown pupils narrowed slightly, as if it were sizing up something not very valuable.

"Retreat? Retreat where? This old one has Cultivated here for a thousand years; this pool is this old one's root."

"Whether you Human Race build Teleportation Formations or build anything else, what does it have to do with this old one?"

His voice was still not high, but his tone had deepened, as if something were beginning to surge beneath a thin layer of ice.

"Enough nonsense!"

Han Zheng's attitude was very tough.

"You bully me too much!"

"You set up a Formation to trap me, force me out of the water, and then tell me to retreat."

"What if I! Do not retreat!!!"

The deafening sound spread, and the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators, seeing this scene, all had their minds shaken.

Han Zheng did not answer; he raised his right hand, Spiritual Light condensing in his palm, already indicating his stance.

The five people behind him also revealed their Spiritual Artifacts, the Spiritual Light reflecting each other in the night. Additionally, three clusters of Spiritual Light swept in from the periphery, circled once above the Formation, and hovered at the outer edge of the northeast corner of the Evil Pool.

The giant turtle looked at those six rays of Spiritual Light.

"Good, very good!!"

After the giant turtle finished saying those three words, it did not give anyone else a chance to speak.

It raised its right front claw, the claw tip carving a mark on the muddy ground, and then it slammed it onto the ground.

"Careful!"

Han Zheng warned.

But as this shout fell, a dull, rumbling sound exploded from underground, and the muddy ground was lifted by an invisible force, like a grayish-black wall pushing toward Han Zheng and the others.