Four Spirits Blood Array
"Four Spirits, kill!"
Boom!
As Lin Ming finished speaking, all Four Spirits suddenly cried out.
The Emperor Flame Fire Dragon suddenly raised its head, and a dragon roar exploded from its throat. The sound waves rolled like thunder, carrying scorching flames that shot straight to the dome, Shi Zhen hanging above its head and causing it to fall down in a shower of fine stone fragments.
Each of its dragon scales shone with layers of flowing, colorful light, as if countless tiny rainbows were moving between the scales, even distorting the air itself.
With a flap of its wings, the Glacier Ice Phoenix unleashed a burst of icy air beneath them, and a clear, melodious cry pierced the air. The sound was as sharp as an ice sword cleaving through the air, and wherever it passed, the moisture condensed into frost, instantly freezing into snowflakes that fluttered down, carrying a chilling aura.
The Bodhi Ancient Tree remained silent, but its canopy suddenly expanded, and countless emerald green vines emerged from its branches, dancing and swirling wildly in the air, like a group of enraged green snakes hissing and flicking their tongues, with a warm, emerald light faintly emanating from its leaves.
The Earth Spirit Turtle let out a low, muffled call, like a large drum being struck, pressing heavily on the ground, causing the soil and gravel beneath its feet to tremble slightly, and even sending thick, earthy-yellow ripples through the air.
The Four Spirits raised their heads in unison, gazing at the boundless jade pillar, their eyes radiating a tangible light of will.
The four gazes shot out from the eyes of the Four Spirits, converging in the void into four mighty beams of will.
One beam of light was as dazzling as a rainbow, another was as clear and cold as ice, another was as warm and gentle as spring, and yet another was as heavy and imposing as an earthy yellow mountain.
The four beams of light intertwined and clashed, like a colorful rope twisted into a braid, growing tighter and stronger, sweeping across the void and crashing fiercely into the boundless jade pillar descending from the sky.
Bang!
The light of the Four Spirits swept in. The moment the boundless jade pillar came into contact with the four-colored light, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on its surface.
The cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact in both directions, like an icicle that had been struck by a hammer, shattering inch by inch from top to bottom.
Jade pillar fragments flew in all directions, each piece like a shattered jade disc, tumbling in mid-air and refracting a lustrous white light, dazzling yet cold.
The entire jade pillar shattered within moments, turning into countless tiny white jade specks, like jade dust being scattered into the sky, illuminating the void with clarity.
The darkness between heaven and earth quickly dissipated, and the oppressive feeling of the world shrinking disappeared like the receding tide, restoring clarity and openness to the surroundings.
Lin Ming felt a lightness around his body, and the scene before him suddenly returned to the main hall, as if the previous dark scene had been an illusion.
He looked down at his palm, where the lingering echo of the Four Spirits' will still remain, like a plucked string still trembling slightly, his fingertips even feeling a little numb.
When he looked at Elder Zuo, he saw that one of the latter's fingers was trembling slightly.
That finger was the index finger of the right hand. The boundless jade pillar formed by that finger was shattered by the will of the Four Spirits, and the recoil flowed back along that finger.
A faint trace of crimson blood appeared at the knuckles, like a thin, hair-like crack on a white jade pillar. Though inconspicuous, it was so striking that it made one's heart sink.
With a single finger, it encompasses the universe, obscuring heaven and earth, and blocking out all senses, leaving no escape. Such power truly befits the Earth Sovereign.
A fleeting hint of envy crossed Lin Ming's eyes.
Just a moment ago, he truly experienced the power of Earth Sovereign. When that finger fell, the space around him was compressed to its limit, and the surrounding heaven and earth contracted inward, like a secret room where the air had been sucked out.
That sense of oppression was completely different from any supernatural power unleashed by someone at the Tier 9 Peak; it was like the instinctive feeling of insignificance an ant feels when facing a toppled mountain.
That kind of power is simply incomparable to that of an ordinary Tier 9 Peak. Those who can directly contend with it are extremely rare.
Lin Ming then licked his lips and chuckled at Elder Zuo, "Although I'd like to experience more of the power of Earth Sovereign, my time is precious, so I won't play along with you."
He said it so casually, like someone who'd sat at a chess stall for ages standing up, patting their behind, and saying, "I'm not playing anymore."
As he spoke, Lin Ming flicked his finger, his nail gently grazing the index finger of his other hand, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from the tip of his fingertip.
The drop of blood was about the size of a soybean, completely crimson and translucent, like a miniature sun that had been condensed.
He then made a light, sweeping motion in the air in front of him. His bloodied finger, like a pen, traced crooked, uneven lines in the air.
The marks initially looked like a child's scribbles, but as his fingers moved faster and faster, the lines began to connect, intertwine, and entwine, with each stroke creating a mysterious echo with the previous one.
Finally, those lines formed an ancient blood rune.
The rune was about the size of a palm, formed entirely of blood-red light. Its strokes were bold and vigorous, like an inscription pried off an ancient Stone Stele.
The runes floated in the air, rotating slightly, exuding an extremely ancient and profound aura.
"Four Spirits Blood Array!"
The blood runes drifted into the clouds of light emanating from the Four Spirits' will.
Instantly, countless streaks of Blood light out, shooting out in all directions from the core of the rune, like a shattered crimson star.
The Blood light intertwined with the radiant will of the Four Spirits, blurring their boundaries rapidly.
The Blood light gradually formed an enormous Four Spirits Array.
The great formation was about several tens of feet in diameter, with the Four Spirits as the four Array Eyes and the blood runes as the core hub.
The four types of light within the formation intertwined with the crimson light, resembling a giant net woven from four colorful ropes and a red thread.
Fine Spiritual Runes flowed through the mesh, each Spiritual Runes containing the Law of the Four Spirits and Lin Ming's own will.
The entire formation emitted an extremely concentrated and dangerous aura, like a Fierce Beasts locked in a cage, growling softly.
When Elder Zuo saw the Four Spirits Formation, his expression truly turned ugly.
His pupils suddenly contracted in his deep-set eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He sensed a deathly aura emanating from that great formation.
The aura felt incredibly real and clear, like a cold hand pressing on the back of his neck.
He could sense that the power contained within that great formation was no longer something he, a half-crippled Earth Sovereign, could easily crush. The four spiritual origin Law had merged into one under the connection of the blood runes, and the mutual amplification and resonance made the power of the entire formation several times greater than when the Four Spirits fought separately.
Splash!
Countless beams of blood-red light shot out from above the Four Spirits like bolts of lightning, covering the sky and the earth.
The rays of light pierced through the void and then connected with each other. Each ray of light was like a stretched, colorful thread, one end connected to one of the Four Spirits and the other end connected to the core of the blood rune.
When hundreds of beams of light simultaneously connected and arrived at their positions, the entire formation trembled violently, and a terrifying fluctuation seemed to emanate from it.
The fluctuations spread outwards from the array, pressing down the air in the hall and causing it to hum softly.
Lin Ming's hand seals constantly changed, his ten fingers flying like an indistinct mass of light and shadow, and each powerful ray of light was constantly condensing.
These rays of light gradually formed an enormous array above the hall.
The Four Spirits each stood in a position within the formation, connected to each other by a blood-red band of light.
The bands of light were like four taut blood ropes, firmly binding the will and Spiritual Energy of the Four Spirits together.
This is a unique united formation belonging to the Four Spirits; when the Four Spirits are of one mind, their strength can break metal.
As the colors of the Four Spirits filled the hall, countless streaks of Blood light erupted, and a terrifying array loomed in and out of sight, Elder Zuo's expression turned unusually grim.
His eyelids trembled slightly, and the light in his deep-set eyes flickered uncertainly, like an oil lamp about to be blown out by the wind.
A deep look of horror welled up in his eyes. He could sense that the power contained within the great formation had already reached a level that could threaten his life.
The current situation was clearly far beyond his expectations.
He never imagined that the rabbit he could easily crush would suddenly transform into a ferocious, man-eating tiger.
He had lived on this Sky Luo Continent for hundreds of years, killing more people than Lin Ming had eaten rice, yet he had always been the one crushing others. When had he ever been forced to this point?
The Four Spirits Formation before him made him sense the scent of death. If he wasn't careful today, he might really perish here.
The thought struck Elder Zuo as somewhat unbelievably absurd.
He was actually cornered by a mere Tier 9 Peak youth. A Lower-Rank Earth Sovereign being forced to the brink of death by a Tier 9 Peak youth—if this got out, the entire Sacred Demon Palace would probably laugh their heads off.
But he couldn't laugh at this moment, because the aura of death was too real, like a knife already pressed against his throat, the chill of the blade seeping into his skin.
However ridiculous he found it, he knew that if he didn't respond, he might really perish here, bearing this ridiculousness with him.
The resonance of the four fundamental Law within the Four Spirits Formation grew stronger and stronger, like four Fierce Beasts echoing each other, preparing to launch a final combined attack.
At the core of the blood rune, an extremely dazzling crimson pillar of light was condensing, and the power contained in that pillar sent a chill down his spine.