Dragon-Severing Ridge Was Not a Road, but a Killing Trap

Eight crimson Divine Fire Pillars stood within Dragon-Severing Ridge.

Each one towered dozens of zhang high.

The fire patterns on the pillars were not still.

They resembled crimson serpents, continuously slithering upward along the bronze pillars.

At the very top.

Eight beast heads slowly opened their eyes.

They were not living creatures.

Yet an immensely fierce fire-path killing intent poured from within them.

"Fall back!"

Lin Yuan shouted.

The nearby Shang Army quickly retreated toward the outskirts.

Several soldiers who had reacted too slowly had only just moved a short distance.

When the top of one Divine Fire Pillar suddenly spewed out a tongue of flame.

Whoosh—!

The wave of fire swept across the area.

A Shang Army cultivator immediately raised his protective mana.

But he was merely grazed by the edge of the flames.

The protective spiritual light rapidly thinned like paper.

"This isn't ordinary fire!"

The cultivator's face turned pale.

Lin Yuan had naturally seen it as well.

Ordinary mortal fire could not even scratch an Immortal.

Even Earthfire rarely made cultivators above the True Immortal realm this wary.

The flames spewing from these eight Divine Fire Pillars clearly contained an exceptionally peculiar fire-path restriction.

The most troublesome part was not the fire itself.

It was that all eight pillars were fully connected to the underground earth veins.

The flames were not sustained by mana stored within a magic treasure.

They drew upon the fire veins beneath all of Dragon-Severing Ridge.

As long as the earth veins remained unbroken.

The flames would almost never cease.

"So from the very beginning."

Lightning flowed through Lin Yuan's eyes.

As he slowly pieced together the entire flow of qi across Dragon-Severing Ridge.

"This was never terrain suited for a rear guard."

"It was a grand formation that had already been laid."