novelraw Chapter 481: Purge the Transcendence Society (3)
Chapter 481: Purge the Transcendence Society (3)
Zhang Daoxuan's Two Forms Micro-Dust Formation completed its final evolution.
High in the sky, the enormous Taiji diagram suddenly trembled. The rotation speed of the Yin-Yang fish abruptly accelerated, and an unfathomably profound wave of law fluctuations, ignoring the obstruction of the ice and rock layers, penetrated downward, enveloping the entire Final Catacombs.
Inside the catacombs.
Su Zhan was preparing, as before, to bypass a section of the winding passageway that was clearly experiencing extremely strong energy interference.
Just as the formation's fluctuation swept past, he keenly perceived that the surrounding environment had undergone a fundamental change.
That bizarre energy field grew thin and then completely dissipated.
The squirming, dark-red fleshy membranes on the walls lost their luster, becoming dull.
The unsettling, ghostly green eyes covering them also closed one after another.
The originally indestructible, self-repairing labyrinth walls now seemed to have turned into ordinary flesh and tissue.
A thought stirred in Su Zhan's mind. He stopped and raised his hand again. This time, his finger lightly tapped the fleshy membrane wall beside him.*Pfft!*
A soft sound.
Su Zhan's finger effortlessly sank into the wall. He clearly felt that the energy source within the wall, originally used for repair and backlash, had already dried up.
The part he damaged showed not the slightest sign of recovery.
"...Impressive."
Su Zhan withdrew his finger, his gaze filled with admiration.
He had personally tried to break through the walls by force before and knew well how troublesome this labyrinth formation was.
Zhang Daoxuan, relying on his own power and the art of formations, had actually managed to temporarily paralyze the entire catacombs' active defense system at the level of rules.
Such a method could truly be called unfathomable.
Mo Yuan, who had been punching a path ahead, stopped his movements.
He sensed the completely different energy environment around him and the fragile texture of the walls after they lost their vitality.
Even his usually impassive face revealed a look of approval. He said in a deep voice, "Old Zhang's Two Forms Micro-Dust Formation truly lives up to its reputation. It transforms decay into magic, settling the cosmos amidst silence."
His evaluation was extremely high.
No more words were needed. Both men instantly understood the shift in the current situation.
"Go!"
Mo Yuan barked a low command. He no longer needed to violently clear a path punch by punch.
His figure shot forward like lightning, directly charging toward the core direction he had sensed earlier.
When encountering blocking walls, he simply crashed into them.
*Boom!*
*Crash!*
The walls shattered on impact.
It no longer felt like the previous effort of expending power to destroy them. It was truly like splitting bamboo with a sharp knife.
Su Zhan similarly held nothing back. The Flame of Destruction surged once more, transforming into violent torrents of fire that swept forward.
Wherever the fiery torrents passed, the walls, stripped of their formation's protection, were incinerated into nothingness.
It wasn't just the two of them.
All the Daxia powerhouses who had charged into the catacombs felt this change simultaneously.
"The walls have become brittle!"
"The formation interference is gone!"
"Kill! Charge straight for the core!"
Wang Mingyuan's white Spiritual Energy transformed into a giant hammer, easily tearing through the layers of obstacles ahead.
He loudly encouraged the team members behind him, "Follow! The formation is broken! We're storming the enemy's stronghold!"
Someone chimed in, "This feels great! This is what I call a proper fight! Brothers, charge with me!"
Feng Jue, Liu Ziming, and Xu Hao, following closely behind Wang Mingyuan, also felt this exhilarating sense of breaking through obstacles.
Liu Ziming, using his Purple Thunder to clear out sporadic enemies surging from the sides, shouted excitedly, "Incredible! This formation is too awesome! Brother Su and Big Shot Mo Yuan must be charging even faster now!"
Stripped of the labyrinth's greatest advantage, the Transcendence Society's resistance seemed feeble and powerless.
The Daxia powerhouses were like several red-hot daggers, piercing from different directions at astonishing speed, thrusting fiercely toward the few core areas in the deepest part of the catacombs.
They advanced irresistibly, like splitting bamboo with a sharp knife!
Zhang Daoxuan's single formation had completely altered the battlefield's landscape.
*BOOM!!!*
The scene before them suddenly opened up.
The core area was an underground space of unimaginable vastness.
The vaulted ceiling hung high above.
The ground was as smooth as a mirror.
It was paved with countless reliefs of faces contorted in pain and struggle, silently howling.
And at the very center of this vast space, over twenty figures stood quietly.
They all wore identical, voluminous black robes, the sleeves and hems embroidered with dark gold patterns.
Their hoods obscured their faces.
Twenty-three figures in total.
The energy fluctuations emanating from each figure had shockingly reached the Calamity-level.
Most were at the initial or middle stages of Calamity-level, but several had reached the high stage.
Such power, if unleashed in the outside world, would be enough to trigger boundless catastrophe.
Yet, these twenty-three Calamity-level auras were now gathered like stars surrounding the moon, clustered around the three figures at the forefront.
Those three were not wearing black robes but were dressed in different attire. Their presence, however, was like three towering demonic mountains, suppressing the entire space.
They caused even the Daxia powerhouses led by Wang Mingyuan, who had just poured in, to feel their breath catch. They instinctively halted their steps, gathering their full concentration.
One was tall and thin like a bamboo pole, wearing a deathly white robe, his face covered by a featureless mask.
One had a burly, powerful physique, clad in ancient-looking dark-red armor. Beneath the helmet, his eyes burned with two ghostly green flames of soul-fire.
Merely standing there, he gave off an aura of slaughter and bloodshed, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were crashing toward you.
In the center, standing at the very front of all Transcendence Society members, was a man who appeared quite scholarly and refined.
He wore a dark-colored long gown, had a handsome face with a somewhat bookish air, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.
Those deep-set eyes contained a coldness that looked down upon all living beings.
Without exception, the energy levels radiating from these three were shockingly...
Peak of Calamity Tenth Stage.
Mo Yuan, Su Zhan, Wang Mingyuan, and the dozens of subsequent Daxia Ocean Realm Calamity-level powerhouses who had poured in stopped at the entrance.
They formed a clear, opposing line against the over twenty black-robed figures in the center and the three peak existences at the forefront.
The air seemed to solidify.
On one side was the pinnacle force representing Daxia's order and the fire of vengeance, their momentum soaring, sharp and unstoppable.
On the other side was the Transcendence Society's deepest-hidden final reserves.
A cornered beast will still fight, let alone humans.
The gazes of both sides collided in the void. Invisible auras probed each other, causing this vast space to tremble slightly.
Energy surged in hidden currents; killing intent condensed in silence.
High above, the illusory image of a Taiji Eight Trigrams diagram that enveloped the four extremes trembled once more.
A clear, hazy beam of light descended like a heavenly ladder. Ignoring the multiple obstructions of the catacombs, it pierced directly down, illuminating the entrance to this core space.
Within the light beam, many figures slowly descended.
Leading them was none other than Zhang Daoxuan, who had deployed the Two Forms Micro-Dust Formation.
His Daoist robe fluttered gracefully. He held a horsetail whisk, his face peaceful. The Daoist essence surrounding his body connected with the grand formation above his head, as if he were the very incarnation of this realm's rules.