Cultivation Method Clones, All Hands Attack!
An invisible force of Restriction completely sealed off the top of the Altar.
At the same time.
Central platform.
The three obsidian golems, which had been bowing their heads and Obsidian Golem lifeless, moved.
"Click... click..."
A sickeningly loud screech of rocks scraping against each other echoed across the silent platform.
The three enormous golems slowly raised their heads, which were carved from a single block of Obsidian.
Their faces have no features, only a smooth, flat surface.
But where the eyes should have been, three pairs of scarlet lights suddenly lit up simultaneously without warning!
That wasn't fire, nor was it energy.
That was the purest, most fundamental killing command, written into the core!
"Intruder detected..."
"Bloodline authority incompatible..."
"Start the... cleanup process..."
A cold, mechanical synthesized voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed between heaven and earth.
The next second.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying auras, comparable to the Martial King Third Stage Peak, erupted like three awakened volcanoes!
That pure power storm even tore the clouds above the Altar to shreds!
The Yuan Household family members, thousands of steps below, were struck as if by lightning by this sudden oppressive force.
"Puff!"
Several disciples with weaker cultivation levels coughed up blood on the spot, their bodies pinned to the steps, unable to move.
"What... what is this?!" Elder Yuan Ji's face turned deathly pale. He exerted all his strength to circulate his Power of Bloodline, barely managing to stay upright, but his legs were trembling violently.
He stared in utter horror at the direction of the mountaintop.
The area was shrouded in three towering black flames, making it impossible to see what was happening.
But he could sense that each of those three auras was even stronger than when the three Black Demon Sect Elder had joined forces before!
It's over!
At the summit of the Altar, there is such a terrifying guardian!
The Divine Lord... he's all up there alone, isn't that...?
Yuan Ji's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
The newly ignited flame of hope seemed poised to be extinguished by the cruel reality at this very moment.
And at this moment, on the platform.
Su Zhan faced the airwaves that were powerful enough to ripple the very fabric of space, his black clothes fluttering in the wind.
His face remained as calm as a still well.
He looked at the three golems that had come to life, and even had the leisure to give instructions to his Cultivation Method in his mind.
"Okay, stop arguing."
"Warm-up complete, ready to begin."
"Same as always, let's divide the tasks."
Su Zhan's gaze swept over the weapons in the hands of the three golems.
"Dragon Lord, you're tough and hot-tempered. The one in the middle with the spiked club is yours. Finish him off quickly."
[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: (Roaring excitedly) Awooo! Just what I wanted! Watch me smash it into a pile of glass shards!
"Divine Thunder, you're fast. The one on the left with the axe is yours. Don't fight it head-on. Find its energy core and use electrotherapy."
[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning]: (Sizzling sound of electricity) Received! Mission accomplished! Perfect timing to test my new move, "Myriad Thunders Return to the Sect"!
"As for the one on the right playing with a bow and arrow..."
A playful smile curved at the corners of Su Zhan's lips.
He took a step forward, and his figure slowly faded away in place.
"I can do it myself."
Just as Su Zhan's figure disappeared...
The three Obsidian Golem, each ten feet tall, suddenly shone with an intense crimson light in their eyes!
They've locked onto their target!
The crimson light in the Obsidian Golem locked onto Su Zhan like searchlights.
The cold, mechanical synthesized voice still echoed across the platform.
"Cleanup process... start."
The moment the words left his mouth, the three enormous creatures moved!
The golem on the far right, carrying a giant bow, moved with unimaginable speed. With a mere flick of its Obsidian hand across the quiver at its waist, a massive, three-meter-long, jet-black arrow was already nocked on the bowstring.