noffsinger Chapter 48 Divine Fiend Array
Chapter 48 Divine Fiend Array
Chapter 48 Divine Fiend Array
Above the East China Sea, turbid air obscures the sun.
The twelve beams of malevolent energy that pierced the heavens and the earth joined together to form a simple Heavenly Array, instantly breaking through the purification field set up by the White Lotus Taoist.
"Click—"
—"
The twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus beneath the White Lotus Daoist's feet let out a mournful cry, its holy white light flickering unsteadily under the endless erosion of evil energy, like a candle in the wind.
"Hmph! No matter how powerful you are, you will not escape death today!"
Zhu Rong grinned maliciously, his ancestral witch body, ten thousand feet tall, bathed in the Southern Bright Fire. He unleashed a punch, and the sea of fire surged, instantly engulfing the White Lotus Daoist.
Although the White Lotus Daoist possessed the cultivation level of a Quasi-Saint in the early stage and could suppress the evil energy, he was ultimately just a benevolent corpse of the Kunpeng, with limited foundation.
Faced with being ganged up on by two brutes of the same level, or even stronger physically, he was immediately plunged into a desperate and precarious battle.
It was clear that the Ancestral Witch Divine Fire, powerful enough to incinerate the void, was about to burn through the lotus platform's defenses and damage the White Lotus Daoist's essence.
"Bullying the weak with numbers? Is this the style of you proud descendants of Pangu?"
A chillingly indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the midst of the bustling battlefield.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain some kind of celestial sound, instantly overpowering the roars of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Even more terrifying, as the sound faded, the raging divine fire that had been spreading across the sky seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, freezing and extinguishing instantly!
The void cracked open, and a towering figure dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe stepped out from the depths of chaos, his hands behind his back.
With each step he took, a pitch-black lotus of destruction would bloom in the void beneath his feet, supporting his body.
Kunpeng himself has descended!
He stepped to the White Lotus Taoist's side, and with a wave of his sleeve, dispelled all the remaining fire poison.
One black and one white, one yin and one yang.
The main body and the benevolent corpse stood side by side, their energy instantly connected, yin and yang complementing each other. A terrifying pressure that surpassed the mid-stage of quasi-saint swept out like a tsunami, actually forcefully pushing back the aura of the twelve ancestral witches!
"Kunpeng! You've finally come up with something!"
Dijiang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Kunpeng, his gaze filled with both fear and a frenzied fighting spirit.
"Today, I will show you who truly rules this primordial land!"
"kill!"
The twelve Ancestral Witches once again surrounded and attacked, their twelve laws of earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, lightning, rain, and mist intertwining to form a destructive net, aiming to completely annihilate Kunpeng.
Faced with this siege that would make even a sage take notice, Kunpeng did not use any magical treasures.
He did not summon the incomparably defensive apricot-yellow flag, nor did he use the unpredictable demon-summoning banner, nor did he even take out the god-slaying spear.
He simply stood there quietly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.
"You boast of your Pangu-like physical body and unparalleled power, and look down on all Qi cultivators in the world."
"Today, I will not use magic or magical treasures."
"With this body, with these fists, I'll show you what true power is!"
Before he finished speaking, Kunpeng's body suddenly trembled.
"Buzz—!!!"
Suddenly, thirty-six dazzling five-colored rays of light shone from the dragon on his back.
The light rapidly expanded, transforming behind him into thirty-six vast and boundless phantom images of the Middle Thousand Worlds!
In every world, mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars revolve, radiating an immense and overwhelming power.
May the Thirty-Six Devas bless me!
"Get out of here!"
With a roar, Kunpeng clenched his right fist and unleashed a punch without any fancy moves.
This punch lacked the dazzling display of laws; it possessed only pure, ultimate power!
That was a terrifying blow that combined the weight of thirty-six worlds!
"boom--!!!"
The void was instantly transformed into a vacuum, with even light being distorted and swallowed up by the terrifying force of the punch.
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who were at the forefront, suddenly felt a darkness before their eyes as a tremendous force, as if an ancient divine mountain had collapsed, slammed into their chests.
"Snap! Snap!"
That was the sound of bones breaking!
These two Ancestral Witches, known for their physical strength, didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted out of the East China Sea like two cannonballs!
Their enormous bodies shattered tens of thousands of sacred mountains along their path, carving two bottomless ravines into the primordial land, until they finally came to a stop upon crashing into an ancient divine mountain.
Their chests were caved in, and they were spitting out blood. Their proud ancestral witch bodies were covered with dense cracks, like porcelain about to shatter!
quiet!
Deathly silence!
The remaining ten Ancestral Witches, who were about to rush forward, stopped abruptly, their eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.
One punch!
Just one punch!
They severely injured two great ancestral witches?!
What kind of monster is this? Is this still the insidious and cunning demon master Kunpeng?
Their physical strength is probably three times stronger than theirs!
"How is this possible—why is his strength so immense?!"
Dijiang's expression changed drastically, and his heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
He keenly sensed that there wasn't much fluctuation of laws in Kunpeng's punch; it was purely heavy! Heavy enough to crush the void!
"Even in a one-on-one fight, or even a group attacking him, they would probably be no match for him!"
Di Jiang acted decisively, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Brothers! Form ranks!"
"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"
At Dijiang's command, the heavily injured Zhurong and Gonggong struggled to fly back, and the twelve ancestral witches quickly took their positions according to an ancient and mysterious orientation.
"roar-!!!"
Twelve terrifying beams of malevolent energy shot into the sky, converging and merging in mid-air.
Endless turbid air surged from the depths of the earth and gathered at the center of the formation.
A vast, ancient, and extremely domineering aura began to slowly awaken.
In the hazy, billowing aura, a towering phantom of Pangu, wielding a giant axe, was slowly taking shape!
Although Houtu had not yet undergone reincarnation and all twelve Ancestral Witches were present, their cultivation had not yet reached its peak. They had only just begun to comprehend the basics of this great formation, and its operation was still somewhat obscure. The phantom of Pangu was even more blurry and could dissipate at any moment.
Even so, the terrifying pressure belonging to the Great God Pangu still made the entire prehistoric world tremble, and even Di Jun and Taiyi, who were far away in the Thirty-Three Heavens, felt a sense of unease.
"Is this the Wu Clan's trump card? The true form of Pangu?!"
As Kunpeng watched the slowly forming giant phantom, a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but more so, there was an eager excitement.
"If you were to actually summon the true form of Pangu, even if it were only at the Quasi-Saint level, I would have to avoid its sharp edge."
"Unfortunately—"
Kunpeng's lips curled into a cold smile, and his divine eyes, capable of seeing through illusions, instantly locked onto the weakest point in the center of the great formation, where the flow of evil energy was most sluggish.
"You dare to make a fool of yourself before the grand formation is even complete?"
"Break it!"
Kunpeng's right hand is loosely clenched.
"Buzz"
A god-slaying spear, entirely black and shrouded in endless laws of destruction, appeared out of thin air!
This spear is the most powerful weapon of nature, capable of not only injuring the primordial spirit but also destroying one's foundation and breaking all formations and restrictions!
Kunpeng moved like lightning, not attacking the seemingly invincible phantom of Pangu, but instead becoming one with his spear, transforming into a black bolt of destructive lightning, and piercing straight towards the junction of the great formation!
"No! Stop him!"
Dijiang was shocked and tried to mobilize his evil energy to stop it, but the formation was sluggish and could not keep up with Kunpeng's extreme speed.
"laugh!!!"
A soft sound, yet it was like a thunderclap.
The God-Slaying Spear, imbued with the magical power and destructive laws of a Primordial Golden Immortal, pierced through the thin protective shield of malevolent energy without any hindrance and plunged fiercely into the core of the great formation!
"Boom—"
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Like dominoes falling.
The boundless malevolent energy that was gathering suddenly went out of control and exploded violently.
The half-formed phantom of Pangu let out a resentful roar before crumbling away and dissipating into the world.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Under the backlash of the formation, the twelve Ancestral Witches all coughed up blood, and were swept away by the violent energy torrent, their auras instantly weakening to the extreme.
One shot!
Just one shot!
The rudimentary Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was forcibly broken by Kunpeng with his sharp eyes and the advantage of his God-Slaying Spear!