258: Chapter 258 A mere puppet, shattered!

The Formation Plate was cast entirely from some extremely ancient red gold, its surface covered with dense, dark golden runes. These runes moved slowly across the Formation Plate as if they were living creatures, and with every circuit they completed, they emitted visible ripples of spiritual energy.

An extremely ancient and heavy Aura permeated from the Formation Plate, pressing down so hard that the space for dozens of feet around it trembled slightly.

"This Formation is called the 'Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation'," Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and low. "Once inside this Formation, even a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert cannot escape! Die!"

The Formation Plate in his hand suddenly erupted with blinding, dark red light. That light spread in all directions like boiling blood, instantly shrouding the space within a hundred feet.

The air became thick and heavy, as if countless invisible chains were descending from the Void Realm, and every inch of space was squeezed airtight by that dark red power.

The expressions of the Cultivators around the ruins changed drastically. The mere aftermath radiating from the Formation was enough to make many Cultivators below the Saint Realm feel a tightness in their chests, and even the circulation of their internal spiritual energy became sluggish.

"What a terrifying Formation... The aftermath alone has such power; if one were inside, I don't know how suppressed they would be!"

"Things from the Tiansha Abyss are truly wicked!"

However, that figure in green robes only tilted his head slightly, glanced at the dark red light shrouding the surroundings, and his gaze paused for a moment on the Formation Plate in Ye Chen's hand.

"Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation?"

Shen Qingyuan's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile. "You people from the Tiansha Abyss really have many treasures; you even have a Quasi-Emperor Formation."

Ye Chen did not reply.

He merely bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the Formation Plate. The dark golden runes on the surface of the Formation Plate suddenly burst into a blinding blood-red light, and the blood-colored light screen covering the hundred-foot area plunged downward, pressing directly onto Shen Qingyuan!

At the same time, Ye Chen's figure began to blur, and dark red spiritual energy surged crazily across his body. An Aura, even thicker and sharper than before, was rapidly climbing.

The entire cultivation base of those two Saint King Realm Cultivators from just moments ago had been forcibly refined and fused by him. At this moment, that power was like oil poured onto a raging fire, pushing his Aura to a brief yet exceptionally violent Peak.

"The Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation shall suppress you! I will kill you myself!" Ye Chen roared in a low voice, his figure turning into a bolt of dark red lightning, rushing straight toward the figure in green robes inside the Formation!

"Today, you must die!"

The light of the Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation swallowed the entire ruins. That dark red figure, like an arrow released from a bow, carried suffocating, violent spiritual energy as it pierced straight toward Shen Qingyuan at the center of the Formation.

Inside the Formation, blood Qi surged, and spiritual energy was like boiling magma, sealing off the entire hundred-foot space.

On the edge of the ruins, those Cultivators were all pale, some even subconsciously retreating dozens of feet, fearing they would be caught in the wake of this violent power.

Xu Jianan stood in the distance, his grip tightening slightly on the wine gourd in his hand. His murky, aged eyes stared fixedly at the area shrouded in blood-colored light, his expression appearing slightly grave.

Jiang Li gripped her sleeves even tighter, her small face full of nervousness.

"Brother Qingyuan!"

She turned her head to look at Jiang Yan beside her and said hurriedly, "Dad, hurry and help Brother Qingyuan!"

Jiang Yan stood beside her with his hands behind his back, his crimson eyes surging with sharp light. "Li'er, rest assured. Although this Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation is terrifying, it cannot do anything to the Venerable."

Inside the Formation, that dark red figure had already lunged to close range.

Ye Chen curled his five fingers into a claw, Evil Qi condensing at his fingertips, and struck directly toward Shen Qingyuan's face!

This claw strike carried the violent power on the edge of the Quasi-Emperor barrier, and combined with the suppression of the Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation, even a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert present would have to temporarily avoid its edge.

Then, Shen Qingyuan moved.

He merely raised one finger.

His slender fingertip tapped lightly on the center of Ye Chen's claw, which was imbued with the force of ten thousand jun.

"Bang."

A very light, crisp sound rang out.

Ye Chen's pupils contracted suddenly.

The violent spiritual energy in his palm, which was strong enough to tear apart mountains, collapsed instantly, like a balloon pricked by a needle!

Along with it, the spiritual light meridians on his entire right arm shattered inch by inch in that instant, exploding into countless fine fragments of spiritual light, like fireworks bursting.

A muffled groan escaped Ye Chen's throat, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily against the blood-colored light wall of the Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation, causing that layer of the light wall to fluctuate violently.

He slid to the ground, his right arm hanging limp, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the scorched black ground with a sizzling sound.

"You... Impossible..." Ye Chen raised his head, his narrow, dark red eyes filled with disbelief. "This Formation... I am personally operating this Formation; even a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert is absolutely no match for it. How could you possibly withstand it..."

Shen Qingyuan withdrew that finger, tucked his hands back into his sleeves, and stood lazily in the Formation, completely unharmed.

He raised his eyes and scanned the blood-colored light screen that still shrouded the surroundings, his tone casual. "A mere Formation, how could it stop me?"

His gaze fell on Ye Chen, and the corners of his mouth lifted. "Your strength is not bad; just right to test out some new things."

With a wave of his hand, he brought out two Puppets.

One was entirely pitch black, covered in scales, a half-human, half-snake form that gleamed with a ghostly blue luster under the blood-colored light.

One was entirely red gold, its wings folded, looking like a silent God of War.

Fine runes flowed over the bodies of the two Quasi-Emperor Puppets, moving slowly as if they were living creatures, emitting a steady and majestic pressure.

Ye Chen's gaze fell on those two Puppets, and his lips curled into a cold arc.

"Puppets?"

He sneered, his dark red eyes filled with disdain. "Shen Qingyuan, although I am not your opponent, I am not someone who can be dealt with by mere Puppets!"

Before his words even faded, his figure suddenly erupted into action!

His left hand curled into a claw, carrying violent dark red spiritual energy, and struck straight toward the chest of the Nether Mystic Snake Puppet!

He used his full strength for this claw strike.

Mere Puppets, lifeless objects without intelligence; he could destroy them with a single claw!

Where the claw wind passed, the blood Qi in the Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation was torn into a vacuum trench!

However, just a moment before he was about to touch the scales of the Nether Mystic Snake Puppet, that huge, pitch-black figure moved.

Its snake tail swept horizontally, carrying a force as steady as a mountain, and accurately slapped against Ye Chen's claw wind!

"Boom—!"

A muffled, thunderous sound exploded, and a spiritual energy storm surged crazily within the Blood Abyss Demon-Devouring Formation, causing the Formation walls to fluctuate violently.

Ye Chen's figure seemed to have collided with a mountain. A muffled cracking sound came from the bones of his entire left arm, and his whole body was shaken backward for dozens of feet by that immense force, his boot soles plowing two deep trenches into the scorched earth before he could barely steady himself.

Ye Chen's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the two Puppets, his face full of horror.

"Quasi-Emperor Realm, they are actually Quasi-Emperor Realm Puppets!!!"