Amid the dense bloodlight in the sky, the demonic corpse brazenly revealed its true form.
Half of the demonic blood flood dragon's corpse consisted of crimson bones, while the other half was flesh that looked ready to rot away at any moment. The sight was horrifying.
As it rampaged through the void, countless magical treasures were swatted away and countless spirit talismans shattered. Scattered spiritual light and raging crimson filled the sky.
At that moment, the demonic corpse truly seemed like a demon god descending, a blood dragon reborn.
But the two teams that had arrived earlier were no longer the only ones present. The teams led by Ye Jingcheng and True Lord Yuntan had joined them, bringing the number of Nascent Soul cultivators from a dozen or so to a full thirty-four.
The formations had increased from one to four, and there were six or seven ancient and spirit treasures in play. That was with a few people, including Ye Jingcheng, still holding back their spirit and ancient treasures.
Otherwise, there would have been even more. After all, the foremost forces of the four great immortal sects had gathered here. Nascent Soul cultivators from ordinary Nascent Soul factions, such as True Lord Xuan Puppet, were actually in the minority.
Despite the demonic corpse's heaven-defying abilities, it struggled to break free once all four Buddhist formations appeared together.
The four great formations—the White Jade Golden Alms Bowl, Buddha-Shadow Golden Bell, Boundless Discipline Ruler, and Demon-Burning Ancient Furnace—were all driven to their limits. Terrifying manifestations emerged, enveloping the demonic corpse from four directions.
It roared again and again, yet could do little about them.
Its earlier momentum, when it had overturned an ancient treasure, shattered a formation's foundation, and slain two Nascent Soul cultivators with thunderous force, had clearly vanished.
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