192: Chapter 192 The Sacred Array!

The air in the temple solidified like iron.

When the tip of Athena's spear pointed from afar, her divine might felt like a landslide or a tsunami, pressing down with physical weight.

The white jade slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, letting out groans of being overwhelmed.

Behind Lu Yin, the energy of the seven Legion Commanders erupted violently, clashing head-on with that sacred pressure!

Above the dome, the constellation projections of the zodiac came crashing down.

They transformed into twelve pillars of golden light that reached from heaven to earth, imprisoning Lu Yin and his Death Legion in the center like a cage.

Within each pillar of light, the phantom of a Golden Fighter corresponding to the constellation vaguely emerged, resonating and vibrating, letting out an ancient and solemn chant.

"Sacred Formation."

An ethereal and majestic female voice rang out directly in the depths of Lu Yin's soul.

The twelve golden pillars of light acted like a cage of judgment, completely locking Lu Yin and his Death Legion within.

Inside the pillars, the phantoms of the twelve constellations gradually solidified.

Although they were not as powerful as the true Golden Fighters, they carried the power of the constellations' origin.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they bowed toward Lu Yin's direction, taking an offensive stance.

"Starlight Extinction!"

"Great Horn!"

"Galaxian Explosion!"

...

Twelve torrents of destructive energy, each containing the characteristics of a different constellation, erupted simultaneously from twelve directions.

They converged into a golden ocean capable of annihilating all things, pouring down toward the Death Legion in the center!

Just as the twelve torrents of attacks, enough to tear space apart, were about to swallow the legion, two voices rang out at the same time.

"Evil Frenzy!"

Herl held his bone staff high, the dark green gem at its tip suddenly lighting up, while grim soul fires burned fiercely in his icy blue eye sockets.

An indescribable wave of evil fell upon Kasa's body.

Instantly, Kasa's aura climbed frantically, carrying a reckless air of destruction.

"Black Flame Incarnation!"

Kasa's figure suddenly expanded, and black flames burned wildly, condensing into a hundred-meter-tall phantom of demonic flames.

Those eyes, which were already crimson, now looked like two rounds of burning blood moons.

The aura of violence and destruction felt tangible, actually forcing back the pouring golden energy sea by several yards!

"Destruction Charge!"

Kasa's roar sounded like ten thousand beasts falling silent; in the next instant, he shot out like a meteor!

Boom!

Kasa crashed violently into the golden torrent, and the destructive energy gathered from the twelve constellation attacks was actually torn open with a gap by this single charge!

However, the Sacred Formation was, after all, a technique performed by a deity; the gap Kasa tore open lasted only for a moment before being filled and compressed again by the subsequent surge of golden divine power.

"Withered Chant."

At that moment, Herl's voice, like the dripping of an icy spring, rang out faintly.

He tapped his bone staff lightly on the ground, and a circle of grayish-white ripples suddenly spread out with him as the center.

Wherever the ripples passed, countless pale, twisted vines grew frantically from the ground, with black flowers emitting an aura of decay blooming upon them.

The moment these flowers bloomed, the light of the twelve golden pillars actually dimmed for an instant, visible to the naked eye.

The vast vitality and sacred power they contained seemed to be quietly corrupted by an invisible hand.

Meanwhile, the figures of Shadow and Night had already merged into the shadows of the temple.

When the golden pillars fluctuated due to the Withered Chant, two dark trails cut precisely into the gaps between the pillars like scalpels.

Their target was not the twelve constellation phantoms, but the Athena Projection at the end of the stairs!

Upon the divine throne, the Athena Projection still hadn't made a single move.

She didn't even shift her gaze; only the arm holding the spear gave an extremely slight shake.

Buzz!

All the light in the temple suddenly converged toward the tip of the spear in her hand.

It felt as if they had fallen from daylight into night in an instant, with only that point of pure white flame remaining as the center of the universe.

Then, the light erupted!

Not spreading, but condensing!

That point of pure white flame suddenly extended, turning into a slender, straight, incredibly fast, and sharp trail of light.

Instantly piercing through space, it appeared before Shadow and Night.

Shadow and Night reacted within a thousandth of a second—afterimages, clones, blurring...

Countless life-saving and evasion techniques were deployed instinctively.

However, that trail of light seemed predestined, ignoring all evasion and defense.

Chi! Chi!

Two soft sounds, almost inaudible.

The speeding figures of Shadow and Night suddenly froze in mid-air.

In their chests, a bowl-sized puncture wound appeared simultaneously, burning with a faint white flame.

No blood flowed from the wounds; flesh and bone had vaporized the moment they touched the white flame.

Even more terrifying, the white flame was like a maggot on a bone, rapidly spreading to the surroundings.

It frantically purified all death and dark energy, as well as the essence that constituted their bodies.

-5123456!

-48956231!

Two extremely terrifying damage values floated up.

Causing Shadow and Night's health bars to evaporate by more than half instantly, and they were still continuously decreasing!

"Dark Elegy!"

The soul fire under Herl's hood jumped violently, and the dark green gem at the tip of the bone staff shot out a dim beam of light, instantly connecting Shadow and Night.

A power filled with sorrow and decay, yet carrying a strange vitality, was injected into their bodies.

The spreading white flame seemed to have met its nemesis; its spreading speed slowed drastically, and though it wasn't extinguished, the erosion was forcibly suppressed.

"Return!"

Lu Yin's gaze narrowed. With a thought, the figures of Shadow and Night instantly blurred and returned to the Death God Temple to take refuge.

The sacred rules contained in that terrifying light flame were too overbearing; they had to be isolated for treatment.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The Athena Projection had heavily injured two Legion Commanders with a single strike. It seemed casual, yet it demonstrated a deity's absolute control over the level of rules.

Her gaze truly fell upon Lu Yin for the first time.

The air in the temple seemed to be completely sucked out, falling into a heart-palpitating absolute silence.

Only that point of pure white flame on the tip of the Athena Projection's spear flickered silently.

Like the only light source at the dawn of the universe, it reflected her eyes that looked down indifferently upon all living beings.

Lu Yin looked up, meeting that gaze.

Feeling the terrifying aura emitted by the Athena Projection, Lu Yin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"A deity's power is indeed extraordinary."

"But just how much of a true deity's power does this projection actually possess?"

In Lu Yin's eyes, a profound light flickered slightly.

Facing the pressure of a deity, his expression remained calm, but beneath that calmness, a storm capable of overturning laws was brewing.

At some point, the blade of eternal silence had already been quietly gripped in his hand.

The pitch-black blade didn't reflect any light; instead, it swallowed the already thin surrounding light completely, like a crack leading to nothingness.

When he looked up again, the battle intent in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

He took a step forward. There were no world-shaking fluctuations, only an aura of moving forward with indomitable will.