The moment the Four Red Yang Formation fully took shape, a crimson curtain of fire enclosed the entire Zhao Clan Manor like an overturned furnace.
The sky was stained blood-red, and suffocating heat filled the air.
Countless Zhao Clan members raised their heads in terror. At the sight of the crimson barrier blotting out the sky, all color instantly drained from their faces.
"A formation... we're trapped..." someone said in a trembling voice.
Unwilling to become lambs to the slaughter, several Domain Realm experts shot into the sky together, turning into streaks of light as they hurtled toward the edge of the barrier.
But just as they were about to touch it, countless fiery runes emerged from the void, and a pillar of fire dozens of yards thick crashed down.
Those Domain Realm experts did not even have time to scream before the sea of flames swallowed them. By the time the firelight faded, no one remained in the sky.
The entire Zhao Clan fell into deathly silence.
Everyone understood that they were now trapped with no escape.
Yet the battle high above continued.
Zhao Yuanzu stood in the sky with the Thunder Spear in hand. A sea of lightning churned, silver serpents danced wildly, and every sweep of his spear tore through the sky.
But now his eyes were filled with anguish, for everyone dying beneath his spear belonged to the Zhao Clan.
The lightning spear pierced the void. A Transcendent Stage Realm retainer's chest instantly burst open, and his body plummeted toward the ground like a kite with its string cut.
The retainer's eyes were filled with disbelief. Even as death came for him, he could not accept that he had died at his ancestor's hands.
Zhao Yuanzu trembled all over, his eyes filled with anguish, grief, and