Aura V

At the Ming Wu Mountain, there are three Array Position, with the Gentleman's Sword in the center forming three marks resembling plum blossoms.

Each Array Position is hundreds of meters apart.

Zhang Rongfang was positioned on the far right side of the formation, towards the rear.

At this moment, invisible sound waves spread outwards, tearing a bloody, armored void in the Offering Spirit Army.

It is located right in the center of the formation.

Strands of white mist, invisible to ordinary people, rose up. It was Doubtful Cloud Mist spreading and obscuring the truth.

The white mist, like living things, formed ribbons that surrounded a young child lying flat on the ground in the center.

The child wore a long robe with blue and purple ribbons, and a silver ribbon was gently tied around his forehead. His face was serene and peaceful, as if he were sleeping.

Several skilled guards from the Righteous Lineage stood beside the child.

Zhang Rongyu and Li Zhen stood side by side, looking at the white-haired old man opposite them who was holding a scroll.

The old man held a book in one hand and a Long Sword upside down in the other, his face ruddy and solemn.

"There was a slight mishap on Fierce General Lie's side, but it's alright. We can proceed according to plan here. As long as we don't panic and the formation is activated, everything can be salvaged."

"Xiao Yu am weak and helpless, and I am at Mr. Rong's mercy." Zhang Rongyu's voice was soft and delicate. Her pure and beautiful face revealed a hint of fragility and helplessness. Her beautiful and perfect figure also revealed a full and alluring charm, making people want to hug her and caress her with all their might.

Mr. Rong nodded. Before coming, he had heard that Madam Yu was naturally beautiful and incomparably gentle, and that every move she made seemed to be able to captivate people's hearts.

Now that I'm here in person, I can see that it truly lives up to its reputation.

He suddenly sighed inwardly, realizing why his disciple was so infatuated with him, unable to sleep at night, and even begging him for help.

If he had met a woman like that when he was young, he probably wouldn't have been able to sleep either.

"Get up."

Suddenly, the Long Sword in his hand unleashed a sword flower, flashing Silver Light, and then he thrust the sword into the ground.

"Inviting the Virtuous!" he shouted sternly.

Suddenly, amidst the white mist, the sound of reading and chanting began to rise slowly.

The white ribbon of mist centered on the group suddenly seemed to have found its anchor, and began to spin rapidly around the child.

This rotation is getting faster and faster, more and more rapid.

Soon, the hissing, invisible air currents began to form invisible whirlwinds, spreading out in all directions.

An invisible wind blew out mist, which in the blink of an eye covered hundreds or thousands of meters around, or even further.

The wind carried a strange sound, like the sound of reading aloud, but upon closer listening, it was impossible to discern what was being read.

All the Rebel Alliance soldiers who were swept away by this wind felt their fighting spirit weaken, and they hesitated considerably when wielding their swords.

A series of doubts and questions arose in their minds.

'Why am I working so hard?'

Is it worth risking your entire life for that past hatred?

'If you turn around, leave, lay down your weapons, and find a place to hide, you might be able to live a safe and peaceful life.'

As a series of thoughts surfaced, the Rebel Alliance soldiers gradually began to show signs of confusion.

If you hesitate in your heart, you will hesitate in your hands, and hesitation will lead to injury.

On the battlefield, the ranks of the Black-Armored Rebel Alliance soldiers began to crumble even faster. Already outmatched by the Offering Spirit Army, they lost their fighting spirit and began a chain reaction of collapse.

Even if Zhang Rongfang made a commotion, it was nothing compared to the tens of thousands of people on both sides in the massive battlefield.

As long as the commander's flag still stands, the Offering Spirit Army remains as steadfast as a rock, stubbornly resisting the onslaught of the Rebel Alliance army.

Boom! Boom! Amidst a series of explosions, two of the Worship God Warriors from the Offering Spirit Army burst open, releasing Spirit Thread that swept across the battlefield.

Wherever the Silver Spirit Thread passed, everything was severed and split in two.

But before they could wreak havoc for long, a lightning-fast figure appeared from the side, drawing an unpredictable and eerie arc, and suddenly grabbed one of them from the side.

Amidst the hissing sounds of blood being sucked.

All the Spirit Thread suddenly froze, then turned black, and vanished into ashes.

The warrior Worship God stood frozen in place, as if his computer had crashed, and then his life was easily taken.

Such scenes were not uncommon on the battlefield, with experts at the Extreme Realm, Blood Descendant Daoists from the Human Immortal Temple, and Worship God Expert fighting each other fiercely.

The formation had little effect on them. After accidentally injuring those around them, the fighting areas of the experts naturally became cleared out.

These plots of land resemble reefs and islands emerging from the sea.

Zhang Rongfang's massive seven-meter-tall frame stood in the center of a shattered basin, on the largest island.

Looking around, his gaze quickly locked onto the location of the commander's flag, which was moving into the distance.

In a battle between two armies, defeating the commander-in-chief can determine the outcome for the vast majority of the soldiers.

In this kind of ancient warfare, the commander's flag represents the soul of the army and is the backbone of all soldiers.

With the commander's flag falling, the army, like headless flies, instantly disintegrated from a unified whole into countless individual pieces.

The surrounding artillery fire continued to bombard him intermittently.

But it was to no avail.

Given his current Trait Talent and his super-fast healing ability, the bombardment would only cause him to sway slightly, nothing more.

"At this height." Zhang Rongfang looked down at the Offering Spirit Army that was frantically attacking him from all sides.

At this moment, he saw these soldiers as children, constantly testing him with toys.

"Let's finish this quickly. It's just a branch outpost."

To avoid any unforeseen complications and minimize losses, he decided not to delay continuing the testing.

"Concentrate fire!!" Suddenly, Zhou Fengyu, the commander in the distance, raised his right hand with a cold expression.

Boom! This time, a shell struck Zhang Rongfang with a speed far exceeding that of all previous shells.

The force of the impact sent his head flying backward.

At the same time, five figures rose into the air from all around, surrounding Zhang Rongfang and forming a pentagon, while simultaneously severing their own wrists.

"Cut!!"

The five men shouted at the same time.

Swish swish swish swish!

Five Silver Spirit Thread shot out from their wrists, like five silver scalpels, cutting fiercely around Zhang Rongfang from different angles.

Sizzle! In an instant, five bloody gashes appeared on Zhang Rongfang's body.

However, these three-meter-long gashes only existed for half a second, in the blink of an eye, before healing completely, as if they had never been injured at all.

The five people who had attacked him all turned pale and stiffened as soon as the Spirit Thread returned to their bodies. They knelt down and soon collapsed, unable to move, as if they had been poisoned.

Zhang Rongfang came to his senses, completely unaware of the people around him. He looked at the dark green Sea of Trees around him, now riddled with holes.

Trees were felled and cut down, and the grass was no longer recognizable as its original color; it was all muddy yellow-black soil.

"It's time to end this."

He raised his right arm, spread his five fingers, and looked in the direction of Fierce General Zhou Fengyu.

At this point, the two were already 300 meters apart. And they were still getting further apart.

"The Twelve Immortal Arts"

"Ground Shrinking!!"

At the same time, the Trait Talent Super Speed Movement is activated, and the Final Form skill's built-in Godspeed effect is automatically activated.

The combination of the two creates an Immortal Method Ground Shrinking.

Boom! Zhang Rongfang had vanished from the spot.

The 300-meter distance was covered in an instant.

Whoosh! Everything between the two was smashed to pieces by the immense force of Zhang Rongfang's body in that instant.

From a distance, all you could see was a red line that linked the two together in a single second.

Zhou Fengyu's expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily the moment he was locked on.

Beams of Silver Light emanated from his body. At the same time, a vast expanse of Doubtful Cloud Mist spread and enveloped the surroundings.

This reaction time was only enough for him to use his Divine Descent.

But unfortunately, it's all meaningless now.

The three Blood Lotus behind Zhang Rongfang trembled, and all the Mist of Doubt dissipated.

He appeared in front of Zhou Fengyu as if by teleportation, his body leaping into the air as he brought down a palm.

A giant hand, a meter long, descended from above, like a canopy covering the sky, combining Enemy Anticipation, completely enveloping all of Zhou Fengyu's dodge routes.

"Final Form!!!" A dazzling Silver Light shone in Zhou Fengyu's eyes. A huge aura belonging to Gods and Buddhas was released, but it was crushed down by the giant palm.

His newly awakened consciousness, before it could even erupt, was suddenly plunged into darkness, and everything fell into eternal silence.

Zhang Rongfang didn't even have time to see what the other party's Final Form was or what they looked like.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my palm, as if I had popped a small, spiky ball.

He raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered in blood, with many bloody holes.

But very quickly, a second later, all the blood holes completely healed and the body recovered.

Looking at where Zhou Fengyu, the Fierce General, was, all that remained was a mass of black ash.

Clearly, the spiritual thread of worship was corroded by his own blood and completely dissipated.

This is the power of speed.

With the commander dead, he grabbed the banner, broke it in half, and threw it upwards.

"The commander is dead!! Kneeling will not kill!!"

He didn't know much about leading troops in battle, but he knew that the army would be thrown into chaos after the death of its commander.

But to his surprise, the Offering Spirit Army not only did not stop, but also quickly retreated, leaving him a large open space.

A large amount of mist from a distant array was drifting towards them.

The surrounding battle situation did not collapse as he had expected; on the contrary, the Rebel Alliance collapsed even faster.

As the fog descended, some of the Rebel Alliance knelt and wept, giving up resistance. Others gritted their teeth and persevered, but their slow and hesitant movements meant they were still killed in a few moves.

Others were distracted and exposed their weaknesses, resulting in serious injuries and collapse to the ground.

"Kill!!"

"The Divine General has decreed: Construct the Colossus Formation!!"

Amidst the shouts, military orders were relayed one after another.

Before anyone knew it, Offering Spirit Army had already formed a large circular formation around Zhang Rongfang.

Combined with the white mist that had just spread, an even stronger feeling of binding spread through Zhang Rongfang's body. It instantly suppressed his speed and strength by at least 20%, as if adding a weight of tens of tons to his body.

He looked around and frowned slightly.

'If it were an ordinary army, they would have already routed by now, but this Offering Spirit Army truly lives up to its reputation.'

The fog had already engulfed the surrounding Offering Spirit Army, making them disappear without a trace. If he wanted to break through the army, he had to break this fog formation first.

"This is military force. Have you never seen it before, Abbot?" Ran Xin Yue walked out from behind with ease.

Looking at Zhang Rongfang, who stood seven meters tall in the mist, she opened her mouth slightly and unconsciously let out a sigh.

They initially notified the Human Immortal Temple, hoping for their cooperation in the operation to encircle and annihilate the Ming Wu Mountain army. They only hoped that Zhang Rongfang help restrain a Spirit General.

But now... it's too exaggerated, it's far exceeded expectations! Ran Xin Yue was speechless. She was quite knowledgeable, having followed the chairman and Yue Dewen before, and had seen countless top experts.

But she had never met someone like Zhang Rongfang before.

Only now did she suddenly understand why the chairman and Yue Dewen both favored and treated this person with special regard.

That's because this is a terrifying genius who is growing up and could rival the Imperial Tutor in the future! "Military force? What is this?" Zhang Rongfang waved his hand, trying to disperse the mist. At the same time, the Blood Lotus on his back trembled, also trying to dispel the mist.

But all of them failed.

This seems to be more than just Doubtful Cloud Mist.