The Empress of Ten Reincarnations Just to Find Me

At this time, Chen Han's eyes were red, like a ferocious beast blinded by hatred. He exuded a murderous aura and rampaged inside the Shadow Cult.

Wherever he passed, the bodies of the Shadow Cult lay scattered about, the tragic scene like the ruins left by the flames of his hatred. The nine-colored light still surged violently around him.

Those thick and blade-sharp vines, like his deadly tentacles, were constantly searching for new targets.

Every time the vines swung and tightened, it was accompanied by the shrill screams of the Shadow Cult members. Blood splattered on the surrounding walls and the ground, staining the interior of the Shadow Cult with blood.

Chen Han's eyes were red, the fire of hatred in them still burning fiercely, and the murderous aura on his body had not diminished. After raging like a gust of wind inside the Shadow Cult, the surroundings gradually disappeared and fell into a dead silence.

He began to search around cautiously, and suddenly, he keenly sensed a faint movement coming from somewhere. Without hesitation, Chen Han ran towards that place, as fast as lightning.

When he arrived in a hurry and was about to start a massacre like before, he suddenly froze.

All I saw before me were cages filled with ordinary people, faces filled with fear and pain. They huddled in their cages, trembling, their eyes filled with despair and pleading.

What shocked Chen Han even more was that there seemed to be a special formation quietly operating in these cages, and strands of strange light flickered inside the cages.

Because of the effects of this formation, the expressions of pain on the faces of these ordinary people became increasingly intense, and their bodies twitched continuously, as if they were enduring endless torture. Obviously, the more pain these people endured, the higher the level of suffering their souls experienced in their previous lives, and the better the effect for the Shadow Cult.

At this moment, the ordinary people in the cage had already been tortured by the special formation in the cage and were in great pain. Their faces were filled with fear and despair.

When they saw Chen Han, whose body was filled with murderous aura like surging waves, and whose thick and sharp vines like blades were constantly wriggling like a ferocious python, and who was emitting a terrifying aura, they became even more desperate.

Someone's eyes widened, his lips trembling as he begged weakly, "Please, let us go..."

Some, even tortured to the point of collapse, tears streaking down their faces, cried out with determination and pain, "Please, just give me a quick death!"

They curled up tighter in the cage, as if this could help them avoid the nightmarish and terrifying scene before them.

Seeing this miserable and desperate situation, Chen Han's chest heaved violently. He took a few deep breaths, and the fire of hatred in his eyes seemed to burst out. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to condense all the hatred in his heart into these fists.

However, he quickly suppressed the anger and impulse in his heart and quickly regained his composure.

The ferocious aura that was surging from him like a raging wave began to slowly subside, and the terrifying aura also gradually weakened.

The thick vines behind him that looked like ferocious pythons seemed to sense his intention and slowly shrank, no longer wriggling as fiercely as before, and the chill they emitted also faded away.

Chen Han took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then slowly walked towards one of the cages.

He suddenly raised his hand, and his energy quickly gathered in his palm. In an instant, a cold sword condensed out. The sword exuded strands of icy air.

Chen Han gritted his teeth, swung his arm, and slashed at the cage fiercely. However, just as the sword was about to touch the cage, the special formation on the cage suddenly emitted a powerful recoil force.

Bang! With a dull sound, Chen Han felt a huge force coming from the sword, which instantly numb his hand. His entire arm swung back involuntarily, and his body took several steps back uncontrollably before he could barely stabilize himself.

Chen Han's brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with solemnity. He kept thinking in his heart.

How could this happen? If we forcibly destroy this formation now, not only will the people inside be harmed, but it might also cause other unexpected situations, such as triggering other traps set by the Shadow Cult. That would be a big problem. So the only way now is to break the formation...

Chen Han slowly sat down in front of the cage, his brows still furrowed, his eyes fixed on the cage that was emitting a strange light, his mind rapidly thinking about how to break the formation.

Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind. It was the scene when Sister Mirror broke the formation in Han Mengyun's wooden house.

But Mirror Sister's movements were so fast that, in that split second, he couldn't see clearly. Normally, he couldn't even grasp the detailed alchemy process Mirror Sister demonstrated, let alone the fleeting process of breaking the formation. It was like seeing flowers in the fog, and he only remembered a vague outline.

Chen Han gritted his teeth, a surge of stubbornness in his heart. He thought to himself, "It's okay if I don't have the talent for alchemy, but is it possible that I can't handle this formation? How can I know the result if I don't try?"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then began to try to imitate the vague process in his memory.

He slowly raised his hands, and as he vaguely remembered, his energy flowed into the formation...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Elder Zhao and four Yuanbing disciples were relentlessly pursuing the three blue-robed men in mid-air. After several attacks, the four Yuanbing disciples realized they were unable to inflict any substantial damage, so they quickly changed their strategy and began to take a detour to obstruct their escape from the side.

They moved nimbly, constantly shifting positions in mid-air, launching disruptive attacks like meteors at the three blue-robed men. Although these attacks failed to seriously injure them, they did manage to slow their flight, causing some confusion in their formation.

Elder Zhao's eyes flashed upon seeing this, keenly capturing this fleeting opportunity. He suddenly raised his palm, and Yuanli instantly gathered frantically in his palm. In an instant, an extremely strong gust of wind blew out.

When the powerful wind blew out, it was like the roar of an invisible dragon, bringing with it a piercing whistle. The surrounding air was instantly stirred into chaos, forming visible vortices. These vortices spun wildly, tearing the surrounding clouds and mist into shreds wherever they passed, turning them into wisps of mist that drifted away.

The three blue-robed men who were fleeing in panic were only thinking about getting rid of the pursuers behind them as soon as possible, but the sudden and powerful attack frightened them so much that their eyes suddenly paused, and they came to their senses in an instant and quickly started to defend with all their strength.

The formation beneath their feet suddenly lit up with dazzling light, and rays of energy intertwined and entangled, forming a seemingly extremely solid protective barrier, trying to resist Elder Zhao's fierce wind attack.

However, the gust of wind Elder Zhao unleashed was incredibly powerful, seemingly possessing the power to pierce through everything. The howling gale seemed to be able to penetrate the defensive formation beneath the three men's feet, continuously assaulting and eroding the seemingly indestructible defense.

Before long, under the fierce and continuous attack of the strong wind, the formation under the feet of the three people began to shake violently, and the light flickered, like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight bang, and the formation that was still struggling to hold on suddenly disappeared into thin air. The three people suddenly lost this important protective support.

The three were horrified as they watched the formation dissipate, but their instinct for survival still drove them to try to escape. But Elder Zhao wouldn't give them the chance. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and Yuanli once again surged and gathered in his palm.

In an instant, a massive wall of wind appeared out of thin air, standing before the three blue-robed men like an impenetrable barrier. The wall of wind howled, its fierce wind raging through it, emitting bursts of piercing whistling sounds.

Seeing this, the three men in blue robes showed despair on their faces, but they were unwilling to give in. They all used all their skills, either blasting out beams of energy with all their strength, or performing strange magic, in an attempt to break through the blockade of the wind wall.

However, the wind wall was like a solid wall of iron and steel. No matter how they attacked, it remained motionless, blocking their way.

Just as they were about to make a desperate move and launch a more violent attack, at this critical moment, a bright light appeared silently from a circular circle behind the Shadow Cult. The light flickered faintly at first, then grew brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the surrounding area.

No one knew that this was actually a magic circle...