"Quite a few old dogs here. Today, I will put you all down and console the heroic souls of the countless millions who died because of traitorous dogs like you."
As Chen Cheng's words fell, the moves he used became utterly impossible to trace. Whatever punches or palms came to mind, he unleashed them at once.
At the same time, every punch and palm he threw carried his Acupoint Divine Ability, battering those old fellows back again and again.
"This boy is fierce. Form the array."
As the words rang out, there were indeed several capable men among those old fellows. Using the violent Magic Energy within the ruins as their brush, they swiftly drew a nine-man Military Formation.
The nine old fellows took their positions, and in an instant, just like those old Church fellows Chen Cheng had encountered in the wasteland before, these old men who cultivated Laws of different attributes began to resonate at the same frequency—their Law powers and everything else synchronizing.
"Harmony Formation, Magic Energy Pulse."
With a hum, an invisible shockwave instantly spread outward. Such an impact was neither painful nor itchy to Chen Cheng, but after the blast passed and the already violent Magic Energy around them grew even more chaotic, Chen Cheng discerned something.
"Fine technique. A human-shaped Magic-Ban Formation."
"Good that you know. Hand over the codex, and perhaps we can grant you as decent a death as His Majesty the Thirteenth received back then. Otherwise, once you enter the array, we will make you beg for life yet be unable to live, beg for death yet be unable to die."
Yet Chen Cheng said disdainfully:
"Give you an inch and you take a mile. You are nothing but a pack of clay chickens and porcelain dogs."
A true Magic-Ban Formation