Chapter 1458: Three Worlds Battle the Rakshasa Army
Zhang Ruochen looked puzzled, somewhat confused as to why the Rakshasa clan's marquis army had not yet made a move.
Relying on the spatial maze formation, Zhang Ruochen was quite confident he could block the Rakshasa clan's first wave of attacks and could even use spatial reversal to severely wound them.
"Could it be that the Rakshasa clan is so cautious they have already seen through my arrangements?" Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself.
The Rakshasa Princess's forehead broke out in dark lines. She really wanted to chop off Saint Arrow Marquis's head. That useless failure who ruined everything.
How did such a reckless fellow ever become a first-class marquis?
The Rakshasa Princess worried that Zhang Ruochen might become suspicious again, so she immediately sent out a strand of spiritual power, transmitting the coordinates of the hiding places of the saints from the three worlds—Knife Prison Realm, Purple Mansion Realm, and Kunlun Realm—to Saint Arrow Marquis and Yanlin Marquis.
Receiving the princess's instructions, Saint Arrow Marquis felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Finally knowing what to do, his battle intent boiled over. He turned around and roared, "Which petty scoundrels dare to hide before this marquis? I'll deal with you first!"
"Boom!"
The Golden-Backed Dragon Bone Bow let out a thunderous explosion, and a Piercing Destruction Golden Arrow flew out.
The formation wall of the concealment formation was pierced, instantly exposing all the saints of Knife Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm. There were over a hundred of them, all at least True Saint realm experts.
"Rumble."
Fang Yi propped up the Heavenly Mechanism Compass, forming a circular pattern of marks that blocked Saint Arrow Marquis's arrow.
"Found out after all. The Rakshasa clan's vigilance is too high."
With thousands of marquises gathered on the eastern side of the sacred mountain, the force was immense. Even though Knife Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm had top-tier experts, they were quite wary.
The Divine Envoy of Knife Prison Realm, Blood Wind Spirit, gave an order: "Activate all ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts, form formations, and resist the Rakshasa clan's attack."
Immediately, eight ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts rose into the air. Dense inscriptions emerged, turning into eight blazing suns, emitting eight awe-inspiring sacred mights.
From the Rakshasa marquis army's camp, over a thousand attack powers surged forth, colliding with the eight ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
In an instant, that area turned into a sea of fire with chaotic sacred power.
Saint Arrow Marquis shot another Piercing Destruction Golden Arrow, striking another area and forcing the saints of Kunlun Realm to reveal themselves as well.
The number of saints from Kunlun Realm was smaller, only a few dozen.
Wan Zhaoyi, who spent years on the battlefield leading armies against various races, had ample experience dealing with emergencies. He immediately ordered: "Spiritual power saints, set up defensive formations immediately. Martial saints, activate ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts. Those without ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts, activate thousand-mark sacred artifacts and launch attacks against the Rakshasa marquis army."
Chu Siyuan, Shengshu Cainü, Siming Shennü, and six other spiritual power saints stood at the very center, protected by martial saints.
In Shengshu Cainü's palm, a jade book appeared.
"Everyone, inject your spiritual power together and activate the sacred power of the Confucian Ancestor Sacred Book."
As the nine spiritual power saints poured their spiritual power into it, the Confucian Ancestor Sacred Book flew up, hovering a hundred zhang above the ground. White sacred light radiated from the book, purifying the evil Rakshasa aura in the surroundings.
The pages slowly opened, flying out brilliant characters that turned into an ocean of text. Some clung to the ground, others soared into the nine heavens, and sacred sounds poured forth, like billions of scholars reciting poetry.
The over a thousand attacks launched by the Rakshasa marquises were all blocked by the Confucian Ancestor Sacred Book.
The Rakshasa Princess stared at the Confucian Ancestor Sacred Book hovering in midair, showing great interest: "What a powerful book. It actually blocked the attacks of over a thousand Rakshasa marquises. What level of treasure is this?"
Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed on the direction of the Kunlun Realm saints.
He saw that the nine spiritual power saints led by Chu Siyuan were all pale-faced. Several of them were spitting blood, their bodies swaying, clearly unable to withstand a second wave of attacks from the Rakshasa clan.
The Confucian Ancestor Sacred Book was indeed powerful, and Chu Siyuan was a top figure among spiritual power saints. But pitting nine saints against over a thousand Rakshasa marquises was still too difficult.
Over a thousand Rakshasa marquises could already surround and kill a Saint King.
Wan Zhaoyi saw the situation clearly. Passive defense would only lead to the complete annihilation of Kunlun Realm.
"Chen Wutian, Nine Nether Sword Saint, charge with me and scatter the Rakshasa marquis formation first."
From within Wan Zhaoyi's body surged ten thousand zhang of sacred light. The Azure Dragon Sacred Armor on him let out a dragon's roar, and a several-dozen-zhang-long Azure Dragon phantom coiled around him.
Chen Wutian and Nine Nether Sword Saint also unleashed their strongest power, charging with Wan Zhaoyi toward the Rakshasa marquis army.
Keep in mind, there were thousands of Rakshasa marquises, their momentum formidable. Attacking them required immense courage.
Fang Yi, Blood Wind Spirit, East Stream Sword Venerable, and two Half-Saint Kings also rushed out of the sea of fire, launching attacks from another direction against the Rakshasa marquis army.
Caught off guard, dozens of Rakshasa marquises were killed, turned to ashes. Even more were severely wounded.
Seeing this, the Rakshasa Princess was furious: "A bunch of idiots! Facing the top sacred realm experts of three worlds, they don't even know to form formations to fight back."
Although the Rakshasa Princess stood beside Zhang Ruochen, seemingly watching the battle, she was actually releasing her spiritual power, issuing orders to control the battlefield.
However, her spiritual power was very strong, having reached the Saint King realm. No one present noticed this.
The Rakshasa marquis army immediately formed thirty-six Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formations, neatly arranged on the periphery, forming a huge circle that slowly rotated, pressing down on Wan Zhaoyi and Nine Nether Sword Saint.
The Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formation combined the power of eighty-one Rakshasa marquises. Whether in attack or defense, it was formidable.
A single Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formation was nothing to experts like Wan Zhaoyi and Nine Nether Sword Saint. But thirty-six such formations combined unleashed terrifying power.
Inside the thirty-six Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formations stood over a thousand Rakshasa women, all spiritual power saints. They continuously struck with sacred techniques, attacking from a distance, suppressing the saints of Kunlun Realm, Knife Prison Realm, and Purple Mansion Realm.
Zhang Ruochen rubbed his chin and said, "There's a formidable figure among the Rakshasa marquises, definitely a master of troop deployment. Even the top sacred realm experts of the three worlds are being suppressed. If this continues, the saints of the three worlds will suffer heavy losses."
The Rakshasa Princess smiled seductively and said, "Wouldn't their heavy losses be a good thing for Guanghan Realm?"
"Once the Rakshasa marquis army finishes them off, they'll come for us," Zhang Ruochen said.
The Rakshasa Princess nodded. "The Rakshasa marquis army is too powerful for us to contend with. This is a good chance to withdraw and avoid a direct clash."
Zhang Ruochen was not arrogant and knew he couldn't fight thousands of Rakshasa marquises. His expression turned serious. "Wait a little longer. The realm sons of the three worlds won't just sit back. They'll make a move. Let them fight each other to exhaustion. Wouldn't that be more beneficial for us?"
Zhang Ruochen's words reminded the Rakshasa Princess that the three worlds would have backup plans, and she needed to prepare in advance.
Zhang Ruochen noticed a burning gaze and turned to look, meeting Canglan Wusheng's eyes.
Canglan Wusheng's beautiful eyes were wide open, flames burning in her pupils, looking furious. Seeing Zhang Ruochen look at her, she didn't look away but moved her lips, forming two words.
From her lip movements, Zhang Ruochen discerned that Canglan Wusheng was saying "traitor."
Zhang Ruochen felt somewhat disdainful. He didn't accept the label of "traitor." It wasn't that he wanted to leave Kunlun Realm; he was forced to, with no other choice.
Fighting for Guanghan Realm made him a traitor to Kunlun Realm?
Back then, Moon God had helped Kunlun Realm fight against the invasion of Hell Realm. What was that?
"Kunlun doesn't keep people; there are places that will," Zhang Ruochen moved his lips, replying.
Canglan Wusheng was so angry she ground her teeth. If not for the fierce attacks of the Rakshasa clan, she would have charged out of the formation to teach Zhang Ruochen a lesson.
Chu Siyuan also saw Zhang Ruochen, stroking his beard and glaring, equally furious.
In his view, Zhang Ruochen had ultimately taken the wrong path. Instead of becoming a hero who saved the world, he had become a public enemy of Kunlun Realm.
If Zhang Ruochen truly cared about the people of Kunlun Realm, he should have compromised with the Empress.
Given the Empress's status and magnanimity, how could she continue to make things difficult for him?
Apologizing, submitting, and admitting fault to a god was nothing shameful.
But Zhang Ruochen refused to do so, ultimately becoming a traitor to Kunlun Realm.
Facing Chu Siyuan's gaze, Zhang Ruochen remained emotionally unmoved. In his view, Chu Siyuan was indeed commendable—upright and hating evil.
But he was also a stubborn old fossil. Zhang Ruochen could not agree with what he considered the right path and truth.
"Boom!"
Five Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formations each activated a ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifact-level weapon, unleashing their full power. They shattered the protective talismans on Chen Wutian's body, sending him flying sideways with severe injuries.
At the same time, the two Half-Saint Kings of Knife Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm were also severely wounded, nearly dying.
The remaining few were indeed very powerful, but they could not break through the thirty-six Ninety-Nine Return-to-One formations. They were completely suppressed, in constant danger, and forced to retreat.
Clearly, their plan to break the Rakshasa marquis army's formation had failed.
Realizing this, Shengshu Cainü quickly carved a light talisman and sent it out, transmitting a message to the Kunlun Realm saints hiding outside the ninety-nine sacred mountains, calling for immediate reinforcements.
Then, Knife Prison Realm and Purple Mansion Realm also sent out light talismans, summoning their saint armies.