"Crack."
Just then, the Water Element Shield's defenses shattered as well, and the chain-transformed venomous snake pounced straight at Song Changsheng.
"Blazing Sun Formation, rise!" Song Changsheng raised both hands, and dense crimson formation patterns appeared beneath his feet, instantly enveloping everyone within.
A phantom Great Sun appeared above his head. The moment the "venomous snake" touched its searing radiance, it sizzled, steaming into a cloud of Blood Mist.
"Damn it!" The Demonic Cultivator hurriedly recalled his chain. In that brief moment, the once-smooth chain had become pitted and scarred, making his heart bleed.
"You insolent fool, die for this old man!" The Qi Condensation Eighth Layer Demonic Cultivator bellowed and unleashed a scarlet Treasure Pearl, which smashed down carrying dense Blood Fiend Qi.
Song Changsheng controlled the formation with one hand while forming a magic incantation with the other. The Treasure Gourd immediately spun round and round, colliding with the Treasure Pearl in an instant. For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
"This brat is troublesome. Attack together."
The remaining three each unleashed their Magic Artifacts, and all four besieged him at once. Song Changsheng's pressure immediately soared.
The magic incantation in his hands shifted without pause. With a hum, twelve triangular Formation Flags emerged from the ground. Song Changsheng's eyes blazed with rage as he shouted, "Scorching Sun Burning the Sky!"
The blazing sun overhead immediately turned orange-red, while flames began rising out of thin air from the ground. In a short time, the entire area covered by the grand formation had become a sea of fire.
These flames were unlike ordinary fire. Once they touched the body, they were like maggots on bone, impossible to shake off. The enemies had no choice but to use most of their Spiritual Power to ward them off.
And this gave Song Changsheng an opening. The character "fire" in his right palm appeared, and at that moment, the entire sea of flames obeyed his command.
"Fire Rain Technique!"
Song Changsheng pressed down with his right hand, and the "blazing sun" in midair immediately scattered a rain of fire.
Bolstered by the entire formation and empowered by the exquisite control of the Water-Fire Control Technique, this First-Tier fire spell's power surged explosively. Even Qi Condensation Ninth Layer Demonic Cultivators could not ignore it and had to meet it with full vigilance.
For a moment, Song Changsheng actually suppressed all four of them.
But Song Changsheng's brow remained tightly furrowed. He knew this was only temporary. His Spiritual Power could not sustain such consumption for long; he had to find a way to break the situation.
"It's you." His gaze fell upon a short Demonic Cultivator. He was only at the Qi Condensation Fourth Layer, and fatigue had already appeared on his face.
Song Changsheng's feet flashed. The short Demonic Cultivator only saw a blur before a figure appeared in front of him.
The Demonic Cultivator was horrified and immediately circulated his demonic cultivation technique to resist. But Song Changsheng flicked a finger, and a ball of flame instantly pierced through his skull.
Before the dead Demonic Cultivator could even fall, his body turned to ashes amid the blazing flames.
"Old Nine!" The Qi Condensation Ninth Layer Demonic Cultivator's eyes burst with rage as he lunged at Song Changsheng, the chain in his hand moving with uncanny agility.
Song Changsheng was caught off guard and grazed on the arm by the chain, a chunk of flesh instantly torn away.
"Fight!"
The injury did not frighten Song Changsheng. Instead, it stirred the fighting spirit in his chest. A trace of resolve appeared in his eyes as he took out a porcelain bottle from his Universe Bag and gulped down more than half of it.
Song Changsheng's eyes flew wide open. He felt a violent surge of Spiritual Power erupt from his Zhongwan Acupoint and flood into his four limbs and hundred bones.
His Spiritual Power, once on the verge of exhaustion, surged violently in an instant.
"Ah—" Song Changsheng threw back his head and roared. The Treasure Gourd erupted, blasting away all the Magic Artifacts entangled with it and returning to his side.
At that moment, he held the Water-Fire Treasure Gourd in his hand, with a blazing sun suspended above his head and several fire dragons entwined around him. He was like a god of war.
"How is this possible..." The Demonic Cultivators were stunned by the sight. Was this Spiritual Power something a Qi Condensation Cultivator could possess?
"Command!"
Song Changsheng thrust out both arms, and the fire dragons winding around him shot forth instantly. The last Qi Condensation Fourth Layer Demonic Cultivator was caught off guard and directly turned to ashes.
"Damn it, we'll fight you to the death." The ruthlessness in the eyes of the two remaining Demonic Cultivators deepened. One attacked from the left and one from the right, striking at Song Changsheng together.
Song Changsheng's meridians and dantian were aching from being stretched by the vast Spiritual Power. Now was the perfect time to vent it.
"Come!"
The entire grand formation seemed to come alive at that moment. The twelve Formation Flags circled Song Changsheng, while the "blazing sun" in the sky crashed down with a thunderous roar, charging straight at the Qi Condensation Eighth Layer Demonic Cultivator.
The long resistance against the scorching flames had consumed a massive amount of his Spiritual Power. Now, faced with the "blazing sun" enveloping him, he sadly discovered that he seemed utterly powerless to resist.
He could only watch helplessly as the "blazing sun" swallowed him...
"Pfft."
Song Changsheng had slain the Qi Condensation Eighth Layer Demonic Cultivator with his full-powered strike, but he paid the price as well. The chain slammed heavily into his chest, and for a moment, it felt as though his five organs and six bowels were all shaking apart.
"Come and fight me to the death." Blood stained the corner of Song Changsheng's mouth, yet his eyes were filled with madness. At that moment, he feared nothing.
"Arrogant!" The sole remaining Demonic Cultivator was already extremely weak, but there was no retreat path left now. Only one of them could walk away alive.
"Blood Demon Great Technique!"
With a furious roar, a layer of blood light appeared around the Demonic Cultivator. He had begun burning his own life force.
Song Changsheng was utterly fearless. His eyes blazed as he shouted, "Today, I will make sure you cannot enter reincarnation!"
In an instant, the two collided with a thunderous crash. Dazzling light flashed, the sea of fire churned, and amid their crossing figures, one silhouette crashed to the ground and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
When the flames gradually dispersed, only Song Changsheng remained, kneeling on one knee amid Formation Flags shattered into fragments.
"Cough, cough, cough. Qi Condensation Ninth Layer Cultivators truly are formidable." Song Changsheng clutched his chest and stood up unsteadily. It was only a miserable victory.
He took out several Healing Pills and swallowed them, then looked around. Everything within several hundred meters had been burned into a barren expanse. Fortunately, he had deliberately kept the flames under control, or this mountain might have been burned into a white wasteland.
Several Demonic Cultivators had already been reduced to ashes. Only their Magic Artifacts and Universe Bags had survived the blazing flames.
He collected them and, after briefly regulating his breath, prepared to go reinforce Song Luding and the others.
Before he could move, a killing voice came from nearby. "Second Child and the others actually fell by your hand. We truly underestimated you."
Song Changsheng followed the voice and saw four Black Robe Persons emerge from the dense forest.
The Masked Person flung the unconscious Song Changying onto the ground and said coldly, "Those two old fools have already gone down to the Yellow Springs. Hand over those children, or I guarantee she'll suffer a fate worse than death."
Song Changsheng's eyes burst with rage as he roared, "Beast!"
"Hmph. If you don't talk, I'll crush her head right now!" The Masked Person planted a foot on Song Changying's head, his tone full of threat.
Just as Song Changsheng was caught between advancing and retreating, a streak of rainbow light descended from the sky, accompanied by an icy voice. "You are not qualified!"
The Masked Person only saw a blur before the three subordinates beside him were pierced into sieves by a rain of needles, dying on the spot.
A sharp pain pierced his chest. Looking down, he saw a silver needle as fine as a hair trembling where it had embedded itself in his heart.
The Masked Person tried in terror to pull out the needle, but the scene before his eyes suddenly shifted, and his feet had already left the ground.
He looked down and saw a female cultivator with baleful intent in her eyes, lifting him up by the neck with one hand.
"Mother, cough, cough." Song Changsheng immediately felt as if a great weight had been lifted. She had made it in time after all.
Seeing Song Changsheng covered in wounds, Xia Yunxue's fury climbed to its peak. She stared fixedly at the Masked Person and said, "Speak. Who sent you?"
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