Chapter 1612: Murderous Intent Abounds, Fighting the Demons Alone
"Activate the Yin-Yang Mirror and find Zhang Ruochen." Lian Hou shouted sharply.
The Yin-Yang Mirror hovered in midair. Under the manipulation of two Blood Fox Clan spiritual power cultivators, it emitted black and white light, illuminating every corner of the Yin-Yang Hall.
Qiong Lin possessed eighteen pupils, granting him the most astonishing eyesight. Soon, within the light of the Yin-Yang Mirror, he spotted a figure.
"There."
Qiong Lin pointed toward the direction of the B-Number Formation Tower.
"The Yin-Yang Mirror is truly formidable. I simultaneously used the seeds of the True Illusion Sacred Flower and the Illusion Pearl, and even twisted space, yet I was still discovered."
Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly.
Fortunately, during the brief moment just passed, he had already charged within three zhang of the B-Number Formation Tower. In his hand, a six-foot-long spatial rift slashed forward.
Since he intended to destroy the formation tower, he naturally had to use his strongest means.
"Chi."
Suddenly, on the surface of the B-Number Formation Tower, a palm-sized talisman appeared.
The talisman disintegrated, transforming into countless specks of light.
The space around the formation tower was frozen solid. The leaves floating in midair all came to a standstill.
The spatial rift flew within one zhang of the formation tower, its speed slowing, and its width and length rapidly shrinking. Just as it was about to strike the tower, the spatial rift completely closed, losing its power.
"That was a Space Freezing Talisman."
Zhang Ruochen's perception of space was extremely keen, and he identified the cause.
The Space Freezing Talisman was recorded in the *Space-Time Secret Scripture*, but it was extremely difficult to refine. Only cultivators who simultaneously cultivated both space and the talisman path could produce one.
In the Kunlun Realm, Zhang Ruochen could already perform space freezing to confront and trap enemies.
In the Heavenly Court Realm, Zhang Ruochen could also perform space freezing, but because the spatial structure of the Heavenly Court Realm was more stable and resilient, with his cultivation level, the range of space he could freeze was very small. Moreover, it couldn't withstand overly powerful forces.
As a result, space freezing seemed rather useless.
Unless Zhang Ruochen's cultivation could break through to the Saint King realm, his control over space would increase dramatically. Even in the Heavenly Court Realm, space freezing could play a significant role.
Lian Hou breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Fortunately, I bought a batch of Space Freezing Talismans in advance from the Space Divine Temple."
"Spending a sky-high price to buy Space Freezing Talismans was precisely to prevent Zhang Ruochen from ambushing the ten formation towers. I thought it was an unnecessary precaution, but it actually came in handy." Yan Wang muttered to himself.
For the Yin-Yang Hall, tonight's battle was already a massive crisis, and no more mistakes could be allowed.
Zhang Ruochen confirmed that the B-Number Formation Tower only had one Space Freezing Talisman, and it had already been consumed. So, he gathered power again and struck out a second spatial rift.
"Heavenly Demon Eye."
From the eighteen blood pupils in Qiong Lin's eyes, eighteen rivers of blood energy surged forth. At the tips of these blood rivers, eighteen figures of Heavenly Demons materialized, each with an imposing aura, like eighteen demon mountains charging forward.
"Heavenly Demon Eye? Could Qiong Lin be cultivating the world-destroying demonic technique from the *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription*?"
Zhang Ruochen had no time to ponder, as the eighteen blood rivers had already pressed down upon him.
Qiong Lin wouldn't give him the time to unleash another spatial rift.
"Break for me."
Zhang Ruochen struck with all his might, swinging his sword horizontally.
"Bang, bang."
The eighteen blood rivers and the eighteen Heavenly Demon figures were all severed by the sword energy, dissolving into wisps of blood mist.
Qiong Lin's use of the Heavenly Demon Eye was merely to delay Zhang Ruochen for a moment.
In that brief moment, Qiong Lin erupted with lightning speed, charging to within ten zhang of Zhang Ruochen. The Blood Refined Demon Mace in his hand swung downward violently.
A monstrous wave of demonic energy surged forward.
Zhang Ruochen felt as if he were standing on the surface of a boundless demon sea. Above his head, a blood-red demon pillar as thick as a mountain peak pressed down, impossible to evade.
Zhang Ruochen did not retreat. Instead, his gaze grew sharper and sharper.
"Swoosh——"
The blood and sacred qi within his body surged like mad bulls. The Immovable Wisdom King Body burst forth from behind him. Phantom images of a Luan bird and a Phoenix appeared on his legs, while dragon souls and elephant souls materialized on his arms. The power of the Hundred Saints from the Hundred Saint Blood Armor also converged toward the Abyssal Ancient Sword.
"Eight Extremes of Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am Supreme."
A Sword Eight technique, not yet fully mastered, slashed forward.
"Boom."
The Abyssal Ancient Sword clashed with the Blood Refined Demon Mace. Zhang Ruochen rapidly retreated backward, his body nearly crashing into the B-Number Formation Tower.
Qiong Lin was also jolted backward by the force Zhang Ruochen had unleashed, the Blood Refined Demon Mace in his hand vibrating incessantly.
"Zhang Ruochen's power is this formidable? He can actually match me blow for blow." Qiong Lin was slightly shocked.
However, after this exchange, Qiong Lin felt a faint wave of weakness surge through his body, startling him greatly. He immediately stopped to circulate his demonic technique, not daring to strike again.
Just as Qiong Lin and Zhang Ruochen clashed, Lian Hou reached out with both hands into the void. From her palms surged four streams of yin-cold energy, controlling the four ancestral artifacts left by the Song Clan's four siblings. She suspended them around the B-Number Formation Tower, sealing the space once more.
"Heh heh, so the mysterious man I encountered in the Paradise Underground Palace that day was you. Zhang Ruochen, once I catch you, I'll be sure to have some fun with you." Lian Hou smiled seductively.
Lian Hou had sensed that the yang energy within Zhang Ruochen's body exceeded that of an ordinary person by ten thousand times, so she said this to test him.
After all, cultivators with ten thousand times the yang energy were extremely rare.
Zhang Ruochen ignored Lian Hou. After stabilizing his stance, he immediately activated the inscriptions on the Abyssal Ancient Sword, unleashing a full-power strike, and swung it at the formation tower beside him.
Lian Hou and Yan Wang did not stop Zhang Ruochen. Instead, they moved toward him slowly and unhurriedly.
On the surface of the formation tower, dense electric sparks emerged, striking the Abyssal Ancient Sword. The terrifying lightning power surged through the sword body and rapidly flowed toward Zhang Ruochen.
Yan Wang snorted coldly, "Overestimating yourself. These ten formation towers were set up by a top-tier formation sage master. How could a mere Half-Saint King destroy them? Using spatial power might work, but unfortunately, with the suppression of the four ancestral artifacts, your spatial power can't be unleashed."
Zhang Ruochen sensed the lightning surging from the formation tower. Each bolt was like an electric dragon, and if struck, he would likely suffer severe injuries.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ruochen immediately abandoned his sword and rapidly leaped backward.
"Quick reflexes."
Lian Hou was slightly disappointed. Then, her eyes fixed on the two Blood Fox cultivators activating the Yin-Yang Mirror. "Use Yin-Yang Chaos to directly attack Zhang Ruochen's spirit and sacred soul."
Those two Blood Fox Clan spiritual power cultivators possessed peak fifty-fourth-level spiritual power.
As they channeled their spiritual power into the Yin-Yang Mirror, the black and white light on its surface spun rapidly, forming a black-and-white beam that shot toward Zhang Ruochen.
The Yin-Yang Mirror was a formidable spiritual attack sacred artifact. Its "Yin-Yang Chaos" attack could cause a cultivator's spirit to go haywire or even tear apart their sacred soul.
The light emitted by the Yin-Yang Mirror barely grazed Zhang Ruochen's body, and he felt a sharp pain in his head. His vision went dark, as if he were about to faint.
At that moment, the Illusion Pearl Zhang Ruochen wore played a crucial role, blocking most of the Yin-Yang Mirror's spiritual attack. The remaining spiritual attack, given Zhang Ruochen's powerful spiritual strength, was bearable.
"So he has an Illusion Pearl. This kid came well-prepared, thoroughly equipped." Lian Hou frowned.
"I want to personally break both your arms and legs."
Qiong Lin had recovered, suppressing the weakness within his body. A bloodthirsty aura surged in his eyes. He lifted the Blood Refined Demon Mace and strode toward Zhang Ruochen to attack.
In addition, over a dozen other powerful evil path experts also unleashed their strongest techniques, all launching attacks at Zhang Ruochen, aiming to capture him in one fell swoop.
Zhang Ruochen took out a Divine Demon Talisman and crushed it.
"Bang."
The power released by the talisman enveloped Zhang Ruochen's body.
Instantly, Zhang Ruochen's strength surged dramatically, as if possessed by a divine demon. Even his exhaled breath rumbled like thunder. He slashed out three consecutive sword strikes, sending Qiong Lin flying sideways, crashing heavily to the ground.
Two evil path cultivators at the Half-Saint King realm each struck out with a Ten-Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact, trying to block Zhang Ruochen from approaching the formation tower again.
"Scram."
Zhang Ruochen stomped his foot and charged forward, knocking the two Ten-Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifacts away. They fell to the ground like scrap metal, clattering loudly.
"How is this possible? I've already activated a full-power strike."
"Fall back! Zhang Ruochen is coming——"
The two powerful Half-Saint Kings tried to retreat, but Zhang Ruochen's palms slammed down, crushing their bodies into two masses of blood and flesh.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was truly unstoppable. No cultivator could stand in his way.
Yan Wang's gaze darkened. "You actually have a Divine Demon Talisman. What a coincidence. I obtained one a hundred years ago as well."
Each Divine Demon Talisman was worth twenty million sacred stones, allowing a cultivator to unleash the power of a Three-Step Saint King for ten breaths. Moreover, attacks below the Three-Step Saint King level couldn't break through the talisman's defense.
"You've already used up seven breaths. Only three remain."
Yan Wang actually took out a Divine Demon Talisman and crushed it. The aura on his body instantly surged, unleashing an incredibly violent power.
With just one step forward, Yan Wang attacked before Zhang Ruochen.
Divine Demon Talisman versus Divine Demon Talisman.
The difference was that Yan Wang still had ten breaths of time, while Zhang Ruochen only had three. All the cultivators believed that after three breaths, Zhang Ruochen would be subdued by Yan Wang.
However, Zhang Ruochen did not confront Yan Wang head-on. Instead, he made a move that left countless cultivators stunned and puzzled.
He turned around, his back to Yan Wang.
Yan Wang looked at Zhang Ruochen's posture, then at the B-Number Formation Tower ahead. Suddenly, he realized something and roared, "Stop him!"
"Who dares stop me?"
Zhang Ruochen erupted with his fastest speed, charging straight at the door of the B-Number Formation Tower. With a thunderous crash, the metal door was smashed through, and Zhang Ruochen rushed inside the tower.
Three Half-Saint Kings tried to intercept him, but he knocked them flying. They crashed to the ground, covered in blood.
Although Zhang Ruochen couldn't destroy the formation tower, he could kill the formation masters inside controlling the Latitude-Longitude Heavenly Net Formation. If he succeeded, the consequences would be dire!