frightfiction Chapter 2405
Chapter 2405
"A firefly dares to rival the moon's brilliance? It's utterly ignorant and arrogant!"
The disciples of the eight holy lands were furious, but they gritted their teeth and endured it without arguing back. At this moment, verbal disputes were meaningless; only by proving themselves on the battlefield could they wash away this humiliation.
Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over the clamoring cultivators of the Immortal Ancient Holy Land. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and a hint of disdain lingered in his eyes.
Qiu Zixian, standing beside him, could no longer contain her anger. Her Daoist aura surged slightly as she was about to erupt, but Chen Xuan stopped her with a raised hand. "Quiet down, let's see how he fights." Chen Xuan's voice was calm, yet it carried a calming power.
"Hmph, a bunch of sycophantic good-for-nothings!" Qiu Zixian, Huang Quan and the others were displeased, but they listened to Chen Xuan's advice and forcibly suppressed their anger, staring intently at the battlefield.
"Your army, assemble into a super divine and demonic combined formation!" Gu Ningbing leaped into the void, her robes fluttering, and her ancient immortal aura surged.
He raised his hand and gave a deep command, and 108,000 Celestial Immortal Realm cultivators immediately surged out, forming neat formations. The true essence of heaven and earth flowed into the more than 10,000 array bases like rivers converging into the sea.
"Form ranks!"
At a command, spiritual light intertwined and Dao traces swirled in the sky. In just two breaths, a colossal god-demon, covered in black scales, with three eyes and six arms, and wildly dancing long hair, materialized. It exuded overwhelming ferocity and landed heavily on the void battlefield, causing the earth to tremble violently and even dispersing some of the poisonous smoke spewing from the black volcanoes.
Within the eerie fortress, the Night King opened a pitch-black book, his gaze sweeping over the figures and information on its pages. A smile played on his lips as he transmitted his voice across the void: "Wu Chen, return!"
The Thousand Refined Puppet Demon Wuchen, who was originally filled with fighting spirit, did not hesitate at all after hearing the order. He immediately turned around, stepped on the void, and rushed towards the strange fortress, his voice respectful: "Your subordinate obeys, Your Majesty!"
This strict military discipline alone is enough to show that the cultivator civilization is far inferior to the strange race in terms of command and command.
"Xu You, activate the Thousand Refinements Formation and battle!" The Eternal Night King raised his eyes, looking at a figure on the command platform, his tone filled with expectation.
"This person is a core genius of the Immortal Ancient Holy Land and one of the main forces in this battle of destiny. The fact that he dared to send him to the battle second in June shows some courage."
"Yes, ancestor!" A clear, cold female voice rang out, and from within the black mist, a tall and alluring figure slowly stepped out—this woman had a curvaceous figure and skin as white as snow, yet it was eerily pale, and her eyes were pure black, devoid of any spirit.
She knelt on one knee, respectfully requesting permission, her body enveloped in a faint aura of dark Dao.
The Night King nodded slightly, his tone solemn: "If you defeat him, the morale of the cultivator civilization will be greatly diminished. Fight without hesitation, in the way you are best at!"
"Xu You will definitely complete the mission!" She stood up expressionlessly, turned and walked towards the command platform where the crocodile's head was located, brushing past Wu Chen who was returning.
Then she raised her hand and commanded in a deep voice, "Form the formation!"
wow——
A thick black mist spread wildly, completely enveloping her tall figure. 108,000 strange cultivators from the Heavenly Immortal Realm immediately surrounded her, their dark true essence intertwining and swirling, their Dao traces flowing.
Two breaths later, the black mist dissipated, and the Dharma image of a Dark Elf King, about eight thousand feet tall with six transparent wings on his back, materialized. With the flapping of his wings, he stirred up a sky full of black mist, swooped down, and sped toward the Void Battlefield. His speed was as fast as lightning, leaving behind a series of black afterimages.
"You're courting death!" Gu Ningbing roared as she controlled the Three-Eyed Demon.
At this moment, the gods and demons had already picked up six giant shuttles, each a thousand feet long, and strode to the boundary between blue and black. They thought that the Thousand Refined Puppet Demon would hide in the darkness and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but they did not expect that the opponent had changed opponents - and it was another flying type of combined formation.