Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Ziya's hundred-day plague tribulation ended as scheduled.
Yang Ren no longer hesitated. After bidding farewell to King Wu and the others, he mounted the Cloudglow Beast and charged alone into the Plague Immortal Formation, where killing intent soared to the heavens.
Upon the Eight Trigrams Platform at the heart of the formation, Lü Yue swept his divine sense over the newcomer. Seeing only a strange-looking young daoist, his eyes held nothing but contempt. He did not take him seriously at all.
In his eyes, Western Qi had no generals left to call upon. This newcomer was merely a dying struggle in the face of despair, incapable of stirring up even the slightest wave.
No matter who entered the formation, they would ultimately perish beneath the plague poison and become dry bones within it.
The moment Yang Ren stepped into the formation, he was engulfed by violent miasma that filled the sky. Countless ferocious venomous beasts condensed from the most vicious plagues roared and charged, closing in from every direction with gleaming fangs, intent on tearing the intruder apart and devouring him.
Facing the raging tide of poison, Yang Ren remained calm and unhurriedly raised his hand, bringing out his accompanying treasure, the Flying Lightning Spear.
The spear was nimble and swift, able to split and merge. In an instant, it became two spears in his hands, their shadows dancing as lightning flowed around them.
The whistling of spears rang out without end. Every venomous beast that approached was torn apart by lightning, scattering into nothingness. The slaughter drove back the miasma and dispersed the poisonous fog.
Yet the Plague Immortal Formation held endless mysteries, and the creatures within were inexhaustible. Venomous beasts surged forward one after another, an unending