I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Shen Ming did not detect the concerns of the Torchbearers about his formation; he was very confident in his formation skills.

Back in the Holy Cliff Heavenly Assembly, the Holy Emperor Academy had a grand formation he set up, which killed several giants.

Although the giants of the lower realm are merely cultivators in the human realm when placed in the upper realm.

However, as long as the formation can be successfully set up, its power will naturally be increased accordingly.

"If the Dao God Realm members work together, they can break the formation, but the strongest of the demon race members participating in the hunt is only at the Heavenly God Realm."

This is the power of the sword formation. The Great Luo Formation Diagram should be used as a trump card and avoided if possible.

Halfway up the mountain, the Torch team members were fully armed, all clad in battle armor.

They were still discussing the sword formation that Shen Ming had set up.

"Putting everything else aside, the materials used in these array patterns are worth tens of millions of Heavenly Origin Stones."

Some people noticed this.

Formations cannot be created out of thin air; they require a large amount of resources.

The formations set up in the Tianqi Mountains are all temporary and none are as grand as Shen Ming's.

This made the Torch team members curious about Shen Ming.

Having just come from the lower realm and become a disciple of the Taihao Sect, they were wealthy and couldn't understand why Shen Ming would be here alone.

"Based on the initial conversation, this person speaks very bluntly and may have offended the elders of the Taihao Sect."

"It's possible. Even if he says he wants to come, the elders of Taihao Sect won't easily agree."

As they were talking, they heard the sound of drums coming from the sky, and their expressions changed, their eyes filled with solemnity.

Not only them, but all the human cultivators in the entire Tianqi Mountain Range were on edge.

They knew that in the sky, the demon race was discussing how to hunt them down.

"We've done what we could. Now we'll leave the rest to fate." In a certain part of the mountain range, Wen Qingshu stopped searching and signaled to the other Sword Sect disciples to prepare for battle.

"Yes." The Sword Sect disciples all unleashed their sharp sword energy.

Sword cultivators do not need to defend a certain place, but rather rely on their swords to travel across three thousand miles.

Finally, the apocalypse began.

Accompanied by battle cries that soared into the sky, the demon army stormed into the Tianqi Mountains. Their densely packed figures transformed into streaks of demonic light, engulfing the mountains, rivers, and lakes.

The world was immediately filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The tragedy occurred almost immediately.

Deep in the valley, at the bottom of a lake, a human cultivator sat cross-legged, with faint ripples around him completely concealing his aura and blending into the lake water.

He wore a cold smile, his eyes full of confidence.

"The demon race is nothing but barbarians, how could they expect me to be hiding here? My ability to conceal my presence can fool even the celestial beings."

However, the next moment, a pair of cold, blue vertical pupils quietly opened in the lake water.

A long and slender demon beast's body appeared and disappeared, its skin as transparent as flowing water, with only demonic markings faintly emerging on its surface, gleaming with an eerie azure luster.

The human cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, his hair standing on end, but before he could react, a dark blue light flashed out!

The next moment, the lake water suddenly contracted, as if the entire lake bottom had turned into a huge water net, completely binding him!

"What's this?!"

The human cultivator roared in terror. He frantically channeled his divine power, trying to break free, but the water net seemed to be alive, contracting tightly until it squeezed his body until his flesh exploded and his bones shattered!

The lake remained calm, but a faint trace of blood-red hue permeated the water.

On another large mountain, a sect has already set up an array, using spirit stones, talismans, and array flags.

Layers of spiritual light intertwined, transforming into a protective barrier strong enough to resist the demon race.

This formation can withstand the siege of the lesser demon gods, therefore, the disciples of the sects in the mountains are very confident.

They believed that the demon race would act as they always had, and would not get too entangled with them.

Just then, a dark red beast, hundreds of feet tall, descended from the sky, its feet stomping down hard, causing the earth to crack and mountains to appear as fragile as sand before it.

"The Mountain-Splitting Demon King, one of the Twelve Demon Kings!"

The cultivators' expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to escape.

All the demon kings are at the True God Realm, and the Twelve Demon Kings are among the best.

Even the formations that were said to be able to withstand demon gods seemed weak in front of it.

The demon slammed its fists into the ground, causing the air to collapse in that instant, and a terrifying shockwave swept out!

The entire mountain peak shattered in an instant. The carefully arranged formation could not even withstand half a breath before it was torn apart by the destructive demonic power, turning into countless rays of spiritual light that scattered across the sky.

Dozens of cultivators screamed as they were blasted away, spitting out blood as they exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood.

"How can the demon race be so powerful!" someone cried out in grief and indignation.

The Mountain-Splitting Demon King grinned savagely, its eyes bloodshot, and stepped towards the survivors who were not yet dead. It slowly raised its fist and smashed it down with the force to shatter mountains!

At the Taihao Sect, Lin Buqun, a disciple of the Qi Sect, was on his side.

He stood on a high place, gazing into the distance.

"It's too far away."

Lin Buqun muttered to himself, "So much so that they couldn't judge the situation and could only deduce it from the movements."

With his keen senses from the realm of the gods, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

For some reason, Lin Buqun thought of his earlier conversation with Shen Ming.

Why don't humans unite on a single mountain to resist?

After they explained their reasons, Shen Ming hit the nail on the head, pointing out that their actions were to curry favor with the demon race in order to prevent them from exterminating them.

As for who ultimately dies at the hands of the demon race, they can only blame their bad luck.

They thought the demon race would value this and maintain a tacit understanding with them.

But why is the demon race being so ruthless this time?

Haven't they already compromised and shown their sincerity?

Suddenly, Lin Buqun's pupils contracted; their mountain peak was now facing an enemy.

"Meet the enemy!"

In an instant, layers of purple light intertwined like a crystal sky, runes flowed, manifesting Daoist charm, enveloping the entire mountain peak.

A purple haze filled the air, and auspicious light shone everywhere, resembling a sacred and impregnable fortress.

Outside the great formation, an incomparably powerful aura slowly descended from the sky!

Cang Suan!

One of the twelve lesser demon gods of the Demon Court, he is a terrifying being who sweeps across the Great Wilderness with brute force!

The disciples and cultivators of the Qi Sect of the Taihao Sect were horrified. Although they were mentally prepared, they still felt their scalps tingle and their bodies go cold when this little demon god actually descended.

Cang Suan raised his right arm, displaying three distinct fingers that looked as if they were cast from steel.

“Three. I will spare three people and find the other Taihao Sect disciples for me,” Cang Suan said coldly.

Lin Buqun frowned, not understanding the meaning of those words.

“If I break through the formation, then I can only leave one person behind,” Cang Suan said.

Now, Lin Buqun and the others understood.

Lin Buqun spread his arms, his body intertwined with divine light, runes flowing, manifesting Daoist charm, with himself as the foundation of the great formation.

“By spending your time and energy on our great formation, you will only fall behind the other lesser demon gods,” Lin Buqun said coldly.