Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

"Beep...beep...beep..."

An alarm suddenly rang out, its sharp, piercing sound like a sword piercing the tranquility of Longyin Pavilion. Then, a dozen powerful elders leaped into the air like lightning, their movements agile and swift, like meteors streaking across the sky. The sect's protective formation was activated, shimmering with dazzling light, like an incredibly solid, transparent shield, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.

Su Nan had been deep in thought when the sudden alarm startled her, sending ripples surging through her heart, like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake. She had no idea what was happening, and filled with confusion and unease, she hurriedly joined the other disciples as they gathered in the square.

The sky was thick with dark clouds, the layers of them like surging black waves, rolling and surging, as if threatening to swallow the entire world. A powerful and sinister aura overwhelmed her like a mountain, a piercing cold that seemed to freeze even the soul. Su Nan's brow furrowed tightly, a frown so tight it could pinch a fly to death. Her eyes were filled with worry and vigilance, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of foreboding, as if an icy hand was clutching her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

At this time, an elder gathered all his spiritual power and shouted in a loud voice like a bell: "Don't panic, disciples, it's the Refining Horn Prison that is attacking! But with the great formation of the Dragon Roar Pavilion, we will be able to protect you all!" His voice was like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, trying to calm everyone's panic.

Despite this, the disciples' faces were still filled with unconcealed fear and uneasiness. Those young faces were now filled with panic, their eyes wandering, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Su Nan looked around and saw that many of the new disciples were even shaking like sieves, their faces as pale as paper, bloodless, as if they would collapse to the ground at any moment.

"Everyone listen up, take your positions according to the formations we practiced every day, and be ready to meet the enemy!" Another elder said with a stern expression, shouting out orders, his voice filled with unquestionable firmness and decisiveness.

Su Nan took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She silently told herself to stay calm. As the crowd slowly moved, her steps became heavier, as if each one carried a thousand-pound weight.

Suddenly, a burst of extremely arrogant laughter came from the dark clouds in the sky: "Hahahaha, you little Longyin Pavilion, you are shameless. Today is the day of your destruction!" The laughter seemed to come from the devil in the abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, revealing endless chill and hideousness, which made people shudder.

With this wild laughter, a group of dark figures burst forth from the dark clouds, like ghosts, slowly revealing themselves at breakneck speed. They clad themselves in long black robes that rustled in the wind, and exuded a thick, sinister aura that was as tangible as a chilling force. Their eyes were fierce, emotionless, and like cold machines, they charged towards the protective formation with a ferocious momentum, like a flood bursting through a dam, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The formation glowed brightly, trying to resist the onslaught. Su Nan thought to himself, "The formation can't stop them. They're a deadly force."

As expected, dozens of Divine Transformation cultivators unhesitatingly self-destructed, one after another, like a dazzling yet deadly display of fireworks. Their bodies instantly blazed with blinding light, accompanied by a tremendous roar as they impacted the protective formation. The impact was so overwhelming, like a final judgment call, carrying with it an unending force of destruction. Shocking cracks began to appear in the formation, rapidly spreading like a spiderweb. The light flickered and wavered, like a candle in the wind, poised to go out at any moment.

"Oh no, the formation is about to be broken!" A disciple shouted in horror, his voice becoming sharp and piercing due to extreme fear, as if it would tear people's eardrums.

An elder's eyes widened with anger as he roared in grief and indignation: "How could you beasts do such a cruel and inhumane thing?" His voice was filled with anger and grief, and that anger was like a burning flame, as if it wanted to burn all the enemies in front of him to ashes.

Another elder's eyes showed a deep glimmer of pity: "A master in the Spirit Transformation Stage is being used as cannon fodder just like that?" His tone was full of helplessness and regret, and that helplessness was like a heavy shackle, making it hard for people to breathe.

The initial assassins were all dead, and the leader waved his hand expressionlessly, and dozens more rushed towards the formation without hesitation, their determined eyes chilling. This scene made everyone present grit their teeth. Using human lives, especially the lives of people in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, to break the formation, the word "cult" was not an exaggeration in this case.

The roar continued, deafening and shattering, as if to shatter one's soul and cause a splitting headache. The formation dissipated, its light instantly extinguished, like a candle in the wind, vanishing into the darkness.

Lianjiaoyu didn't take advantage of the situation and attacked. Six more men appeared beside the leader, and the seven of them lined up in a row, imposing and imposing, like seven demons from hell. Su Nan didn't recognize the newcomers, but the elders of Longyin Pavilion all looked solemn, their eyes filled with vigilance and worry.

"Lianjiaoyu really thinks highly of our Longyin Pavilion. All seven masters are here?" Su Nan looked up. She had seen the person who spoke before. It was the Longyin Pavilion master who had accepted Nangong Jin as his disciple—the Long Yaoguang, the man who had conquered countless mountains. His figure stood tall and unshakable, like a mountain. His voice was loud, but it couldn't conceal the heaviness and helplessness in his words.

The boss on the opposite side sneered: "Master Long, we will give you another chance. Will you surrender or die?" The sneer was full of contempt and threats, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

The head of the nearby clan got angry on the spot: "I say, Long Yaoguang, I give you the face to call you Pavilion Master Long, but in my eyes, Fen Yan, you are nothing. If we didn't need a few dogs, we would have wiped out your Longyin Pavilion long ago." His words were vulgar and fierce, full of violent aura, and his eyes seemed to want to eat Long Yaoguang alive.

Another head also said: "Pavilion Master Long, seriously, how many people are there in your Longyin Pavilion? All together, there are only 300,000 people. Look at behind us, there are a full 3 million. Not to mention the number of people, just from the individual strength, there are thirteen elders in Longyin Pavilion, that's only thirteen in the Guiyi Stage, plus you are the Tianren Stage. There are only more than fifty people in the Huashen Stage, right? What about us? We used fifty people in the Huashen Stage to attack your formation just now. Do you know how many we have left? Ten thousand people in the Huashen Stage! There are seven of us, seven in the Tianren Stage, and more than forty people in the Guiyi Stage. What can you use to fight us?" His tone was arrogant and domineering, as if he had already regarded Longyin Pavilion as a thing in his pocket, just waiting to reach out and pick it up.

"hiss……"

Everywhere there were gasps, one after another, like a sea of ​​fear. The sounds were filled with despair and helplessness, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"When did this Purgatory Prison become so powerful?"

"How can this be?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"We're fucked."

Su Nan heard the despair and fear-filled discussions all around him. All the disciples and grandchildren of the Dragon Roar Pavilion were stunned with shock. The light in their eyes had faded, as if their souls had been pulled out.

Su Nan was also stunned at first, his mind went blank. After a while, he finally figured it out: "Their strength is all thanks to the Demon God."

Long Yaoguang was stunned, his expression dejected, as if he had aged decades in an instant. "Could it be that today is the day our Dragon Roar Pavilion will be destroyed? Even the Lord Dragon God cannot withstand such strength?" His voice trembled slightly, filled with deep despair and helplessness. He knew the other party wasn't trying to fool him. He had known the Demon God would give them a reward in order to unlock the Demon Suppression Cave.