Chapter 594: Burial Ground Demon Formation (1/2)
”Attack! But don't go near that red river!”
”Not even your bones will be left of you if you do!”
”Focus your techniques at the center of that Blood River Formation!” Sect Master Fu De roared his instruction towards his disciples.
It did not need telling that he was truly shocked by how easily our bored gamer disposed of the gatekeeper Han Yijun but this was not the time for useless talk.
Fu De hid his questions at the back of his mind and chose to face the most urgent problems before them all instead.
”Yes, Sect Master!” The combined voices of more than nine thousand men and women replied and before long, everyone was throwing myriad techniques into the fray.
A number of low level cultivators could not help but only look at this spectacle of war since they knew no long distance techniques on their arsenal.
They may be brave indeed but alas, they lacked the power to do anything at this time.
”BOOM!”
”BOOM!”
”BOOM!”
The unimaginable display of true qi was quite nice to behold at this time but the same cannot be said to the disciples of the Blood River Cult inside the protection of their formation.
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”Call the Sect Master at once!” An elder of the sect instructed his personal disciple.
”I hear and obey, master!” The disciple bowed and ran quickly unto the core of their sect.
When the disciple returned a few minutes later, the bombings above them continued to fall upon their Blood River Formation.
They did not know how long this protection could last and so they could only pray at this point, especially after the bad news that this personal disciple brought unto the worried elders.
”The Sect Master did not answer my call, master!” The disciple delivered in fear.
”It seems like the Sect Master is still in a dangerous portion of his breakthrough.” The Elder said in a soft voice.
”What shall we do now, Elder Ma Feng?” Another elder asked beside him.
”Although the Sect Master cannot go out now but we still have the Ancient Elder behind us.”
”If those fools rock the boat hard enough, they will surely face the wrath of our Ancient Elder sooner or later.” The oldest Elder replied and this calmed them down visibly.
”HAHAHA! Of course! One slap of the Ancient Elder would turn those worms from the Hidden Mountain Palace into blood fog!”
”Yes! The Ancient Elder is invincible!”
”Our Blood River Cult is strong!”
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The rest of the elders spoke encouraging words one after another and this boast has worked miracles indeed unto their worried hearts.
In the end, they gazed at the fireworks above them as if they were looking at the worthless struggle of a person that would soon be dead before them.
”BANG!”
”BANG!”
”BANG!” The violent barrage did not stop for hours. Until...
”DING!” A lonely crack could be seen at the central part of the Blood River Formation. It was obvious that the efforts of many had finally borne fruit at this time.
This change has brought further vigor unto the hearts of the Hidden Mountain Palace disciples.
”Don't stop!”
”We can break this fucking formation!”
”Give it your all!”