Three figures were suspended in the center of the formation. Nie Li stood at the front, pressing his hands into the void. Spiritual Power gushed out of his palms and extended to all directions along the lines of Formation Array, firmly holding the control of the entire formation in his hands.
Ye Zong stood on his left side, his silver-white robe billowing in the wind. Wind and Snow Spiritual Power condensed into a light blue beam of light, extending upward from the core of the formation, supporting the entire Formation Array skeleton.
Ye Mo is on the far right, the gray gown is blown by the air flow. The shadow of Heavenly Plume Sacred Bird spreads its wings behind him. The golden feathers are glowing in the dark golden array light. Each feather is releasing the warm Power of Law outwards, pressing every node of the array as solid as a rock.
The three of them are working hard to maintain the formation.
Shen Fei's pupils shrank.
He had seen Nie Li controlling Ten Thousand Demons and Spirits Array by himself. At that time, Nie Li was standing on the top of the tower, holding up Formation Array covering the entire battlefield by himself, as calmly as if he had done an insignificant thing.
But at this moment, there were fine beads of sweat on Nie Li's forehead, his lips were pursed tightly, his hands were forming seals much faster than usual, and his knuckles were white from the exertion.
Ye Zong was not much better over there. The light beam formed by Wind and Snow Spiritual Power was trembling slightly. His breathing was much heavier than usual, and the rise and fall of his chest increased significantly.
The three of them could barely stabilize the formation by working together, but what was contained inside was anything but ordinary.
Shen Fei looked through the large array of translucent light curtains. The scene inside the light curtain was distorted by Formation Array, and he could only barely make out some outlines. Those outlines were very large, one next to another, and they were squeezed into the compressed area in the center of the array. In the shrinking space, some have outlines like beasts, and some have outlines like humans, but without exception, the whole body is exuding extremely strong Spiritual Power fluctuations. Even through the blockade of the large formation, the aftermath of that aura is still overwhelming. Legendary Rank. Those locked up in the formation were all Legend Rank strong men. Shen Fei roughly counted the number of outlines, and there were at least more than twenty. More than twenty Legendary Rank strong men were suppressed in In Ten Thousand Demons and Spirits Array, Nie Li, Ye Zong, and Ye Mo worked together to barely maintain the blockade. The number of people Witch Ghost Family came this time probably far exceeded his previous estimate.
"Let's go." Shen Fei whispered one word, tiptoed the ground, and moved his body close to the ground in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion Front Courtyard.
Xiao Ning'er did not speak, Wind-Thunder Wings unfolded behind her, and with a flash of lightning, the whole person had followed the rhythm of Shen Fei. Two figures, one dark and one green, walked quickly along the shadows of the corridor and the courtyard wall.
When bypassing Front Courtyard, Shen Fei saw the battlefield.
City Lord's Mansion Front Courtyard The open bluestone square was already in chaos.
Twelve people were surrounded in the center of the square, standing back to back in an irregular circular formation. Everyone was surrounded by Spiritual Power light, and the shadow of Demon Spirit was looming behind them.
Their clothes were torn in several places, some had their left arms hanging down, some were bleeding from their foreheads, and some were holding swords in their hands that were trembling slightly. Those were the offerings of the City Lord's Mansion.
Twelve people, Shen Fei and City Lord's Mansion have been together so many times. Although he has not spoken to every one of them, he recognizes everyone's face.
Gongliang Shu stood at the innermost position of the circle, and Blood Crocodile's shadow spread out behind him. Dark red scales covered half of his body, but there was a deep wound on his right shoulder. The material of his clothes was torn, the flesh was rolled, and blood was flowing down his arm and dripping on Bluestone Slab at his feet.
Besieging them were more than thirty Black Gold Rank masters. Those people were wearing uniform dark gray uniforms with dark red patterns embroidered on their cuffs, which were Witch Ghost Family's standard clothing.
More than thirty people were divided into several waves, taking turns to attack the circular formation of the worshippers. Each time they struck, they hit the crowd like a tidal wave, and then fell back due to the counterattack of the worshippers.
Most of the worshipers' cultivation levels were between Black Gold Rank 3-Star and five-star. One-on-one was not weaker than those of the besiegers, but there were many people on the other side. Under the constant consumption, the twelve people had already reached the limit.
The shrinkage of the circular formation is getting smaller and smaller, and the steps of several worshipers on the periphery have begun to float. After each block, they have to take half a step back to stabilize their center of gravity.
The moment Shen Fei arrived, a figure rushed out from the crowd of besiegers.
It was a burly man, the aura of Black Gold Rank Five-Star was released without reservation, dark red Spiritual Power was wrapped around his body, and he was holding a broad-backed sword in his hand.
He bypassed the few people restraining him from the front, cut in from the side of the circle formation, and rushed straight in the direction of Gongliang Shu.
Gongliang Shu was facing two Black Gold Rank 4-Star besiegers. Blood Crocodile's phantom's left arm had just parried a heavy blow. The wound on his right shoulder burst due to the force, and the blood spurted out even more fiercely.
Before he could turn around in time to respond to the attack from the side, the Black Gold Rank Five-Star knife had already struck down. The wind of the knife wrapped around the dark red Spiritual Power and went straight to the back of Gongliang Shu's neck.
Shen Fei didn't hesitate.
As he ran, he poured all the Soul Force into the depths of the Soul Sea. The shadow of Shadow Mantis rose from Dantian, and the dark Spiritual Power surged toward his limbs along Meridians. Thin black armor covered his arms and torso.
At the same time, his right hand reached into the Soul Sea, his fingers gathered together, and he grasped the ink-colored Long Sword that stood quietly in the center of the Soul Sea.
Ink Cloud appeared in his palm. The blade of the sword was dark, non-reflective, inconspicuous, and looked no different from usual.
But the moment Shen Fei grasped the hilt of the sword, he poured nearly one-third of Soul Force in Dantian.
Spiritual Power poured into the sword body along the lines inside the hilt. Those fine ink-colored textures lit up slightly for a moment under the infusion of Spiritual Power, and then quickly dimmed. All the light was swallowed up by the sword body, leaving only an extremely thin, almost invisible dark halo at the edge of the blade.
His speed didn't slow down.
Ink Cloud was lying sideways, and Shen Fei's figure drew a dark arc in the air, cutting straight from the edge of the square to Gongliang Shu's side.
The Black Gold Rank Five-Star knife had struck less than a foot in front of the back of Gongliang Shu's neck. Gongliang Shu's Blood Crocodile shadow tried to defend itself, but it was too late. The dark red Spiritual Power barrier was cut open like paper in front of the blade.
Shen Fei's Ink Cloud was handed out from the side, second coming first, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the Black Gold Rank Five-Star strong man's chest.
The moment Ink Cloud's sword tip touched the Black Gold Rank Five-Star strong man's chest, there was no sound of gold and iron clashing, no muffled sound of the blade penetrating flesh, and not even the ripple of Spiritual Power's collision.
Wherever the sword tip touched, all obstructions disintegrated silently. The dark red Spiritual Power armor covering the man's body seemed to be made of paper in front of the Ink Cloud blade, and it only took less than a blink of an eye from contact to collapse.
The tip of the sword pierced his chest, penetrated his heart, and emerged from his back, bringing out a dark red mist of blood.
Then came the explosion of power within the sword.