Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The battle was in full swing, and demonic shadows were everywhere.

Apart from the chaotic scene below where monks and monsters were fighting fiercely and spiritual light and demonic energy were intertwined and colliding, the battle in the sky was equally fierce and suffocating.

Wu Zhi let out a long roar that shook the sky. He no longer maintained his human form, and the demonic energy around him surged like a volcanic eruption!

Suddenly, a silver light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge creature suddenly appeared - it was Wuzhi's dragon form!

Its body is slender and agile, covered with bowl-sized, tightly arranged silver scales, which reflect a cold and chilling light in the dim sky, like a Milky Way stretching across the sky.

The dragon's head was majestic, and its pair of deep blue vertical pupils were like two eternally cold pools, coldly locking onto its target.

He did not rush directly towards the most difficult Min Xiao, but chose to restrain several other arrogant demon lords first. The silver dragon tail as thick as a mountain contained a terrifying force like collapsing mountains and splitting seas. It tore through the air, brought about a shrill sonic boom, and took the lead in fiercely flapping towards Shi Yubai, who had just appeared in the world and was the most arrogant!

The intention was to test his strength and interrupt his momentum.

However, Shi Yubai just casually turned sideways, and the dragon's tail, as swift as thunder, brushed past the edge of his body and hit the air, causing the void to twist and ripple.

He didn't even completely move his gaze away from somewhere below. His blood-red demonic eyes penetrated the layers of battlefield smoke and chaotic figures, and still accurately fell on Lu Wensheng's elegant and refined figure.

Feeling the unprecedented and tremendous power surging and roaring in his body, as if it could control the universe and overturn the three realms, Shi Yubai's mouth curled up in an arc mixed with amusement and resentment.

He was wondering how to properly "treat" this senior brother who always looked down on him and was so glorious in the past?

Should he slowly crush his pride, forcing him to kneel and beg for mercy? Or should he kill those close friends he cared about one by one in front of him, leaving him to experience the pain of helplessness?

All kinds of dark and twisted thoughts grew and swirled in his mind.

"Set up the formation and seal the demon!"

At this moment, the solemn and majestic voice of the Supreme Elder, like the sound of a huge bell, resounded in the ears and hearts of every immortal cultivator.

The formation cultivators who had been prepared for a long time took action upon hearing the order!

With Xuanyi Pavilion's chief disciple Ye Yingzhou as the core, dozens of formation masters and elite disciples from various sects flew out of the battle formation in an instant.

They did not charge forward blindly, but instead performed mysterious steps, with their bodies following some innate trajectory as they moved, each landing in a predetermined direction.

Ye Yingzhou's face was solemn, and he made hand gestures quickly. One after another, boundary compasses engraved with complex spatial runes shot out from his sleeves, turning into streams of light, floating precisely at specific nodes in the air. The qi of each other connected, humming, and began to construct the initial foundation of the formation.

Other formation practitioners also displayed their abilities. Some threw out formation flags containing the essence of the five elements, the flags fluttering in the wind, attracting the spiritual energy around them; some used their own pure spiritual power as a guide to draw talismans in the air, gathering the power of sealing; there were also those who were good at combined attack formations, who formed groups of three or five, blending their auras, and together supported pieces of brilliant spiritual light barriers as the prototype and skeleton of the large formation.

Their movements were swift and precise, and it was obvious that they had practiced the steps of the sealing formation thousands of times and knew them by heart.

The many elite disciples who were accompanying them as guards all had resolute expressions on their faces. They held their magic weapons tightly and formed a circle to protect the formation practitioners in the center, watching vigilantly for possible attacks from all directions.

They knew very well that they had a heavy responsibility and that even if it cost them their lives, they had to buy precious time for the completion of the formation.

However, faced with the Immortal Sect's swift response, the Demon Clan did not show any panic, but instead burst into arrogant sneers and ridicule.

"Hehehe...so many years have passed, and you humans are still using these outdated tricks!"

The Shadow Demon's elusive figure appeared and disappeared in the demonic energy, and he let out a piercing laugh. "Do you think you can use this damn seal to force my clan into slumber again? It's just a futile struggle! By the time we break free again, you will have turned to dry bones, and the world will be our demon clan's world once again!"

The powerful demon was even more violent. Its huge claws, as big as a hill, gathered a monstrous evil aura and slammed towards the team that was forming a battle array in the air!

The violent force crushed the void, bringing with it a heart-pounding sense of oppression. "Before your slow-paced formation can even begin to operate, this Demon Lord will smash you ants and the formation base into dust!"

Min Xiao's eyes were sinister as he swept over the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were struggling to maintain their formation amidst the demonic tide, trying to stop the demons from interfering with their formation. He coldly ordered, "What are you still standing there for? Quickly eliminate these humans who are getting in the way and destroy their formation base!"

All of a sudden, more powerful demon generals and monsters, like sharks smelling blood, changed their targets one after another, and rushed towards the formation area with surging demonic energy!

At this critical moment, Lu Wensheng just used the Fuguang sword to cleanly kill a cunning monster that tried to attack by surprise. The sword body shone with clear light, and the monster was not affected at all.

He and Liu Jiqian stood back to back in perfect tacit understanding, relying on each other. Without words, just a glance was enough for them to understand each other's intentions and see the key to the battlefield.

His gaze traversed the vast sea of ​​people and the chaotic battlefield, and instantly met Wu Feipeng, who was leading the disciples of the Discipline Hall in a fierce fight not far away.

Wu Feipeng immediately understood what he meant. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his sword and roared, his voice piercing through the clashing of metal and iron: "Discipline Hall disciples! Follow the chief's orders, intercept the evil spirits, and protect our formation base!"

"Follow the Chief's orders! Protect our formation base!"

What responded to him was a roar as uniform as a tsunami.

The disciples of the Discipline Hall, dressed in uniform black uniforms and with flaming red belts around their waists, moved as they heard the order, like the most sophisticated machines.

They quickly gave up fighting alone, and with amazing efficiency, they gathered together to form an indestructible human wall.

As the sword lights rose and fell, they carried the solemnity and murderous aura of law. Their auras were connected, and their spiritual powers resonated. They actually built a moving barrier composed of flesh and blood and awe-inspiring sword energy outside the formation area!

Qin Xiao and other chief disciples of the law enforcement organizations of various sects are all people who keep their eyes and ears open. Seeing such a situation, how could they just sit back and watch?

"Follow me from the Rules and Corrections Department to support fellow Daoist from the Discipline Hall!" Qin Xiao's voice was like a loud bell. He took the lead in leading a group of disciples, like a sharp knife inserted into the flank of the demon group, instantly sharing the pressure from the front of the Discipline Hall.

"The Punishment Pavilion will set up a net to intercept the demonic beasts on the right wing! Buy time for Senior Brother Ye and Lu Kuishou and the others!" Bi Nanfeng commanded the elite disciples. Lines of blazing fire shot out from the magic weapons in their hands, interweaving into a huge flame network in the air, burning the flying monsters that tried to detour from the side, making them scream and fall one after another.

The disciples of the law enforcement organizations of each faction are all elites carefully selected from the sect. They have rich practical experience and work in harmony with each other.

Their joining was like injecting a shot of adrenaline into the precarious defense line, instantly reversing the local disadvantage and withstanding the first and most violent attack of the demon clan, winning a precious breathing space for Ye Yingzhou and others in the sky.

Monsters charged, their claws tore, and demonic energy corroded them, but they blocked with swords and resisted with their bodies.

Disciples were constantly spitting blood due to the huge force, and some disciples were corroded by the evil spirit, with their clothes ragged and their skin torn, but no one retreated even a single step!

Even though he was covered in wounds, as long as he was still alive, he would stay where he was, pointing the sword in his hand at the surging demonic tide, holding up the last and strongest line of defense for the disciples who were racing against time to set up the formation in the sky.