I have the face of a great demon.

He Taichou frowned slightly. In order to set up the array plate, he needed to understand the array arrangement of the Shuangji Sect in detail.

He turned to Zhao Wuji, his tone serious: "Sect Leader Zhao, if you want to modify this formation, I need to know the detailed layout of your formation."

Although Zhao Wuji hesitated, faced with such a life-or-death situation, he had no choice but to reveal the sect's secrets one by one in order to survive.

He knew that once these secrets were leaked, the Bipolar Sect would face enormous risks, but at this moment, they had no way out.

After hearing Zhao Wuji's description, a glint of light flashed in He Taichou's eyes.

He walked confidently to the array plate and began fiddling with it.

His fingers danced rapidly across the array plate, like playing a silent melody, each movement displaying such skill and confidence.

Finally, He Taichou completed the final adjustments. He took a deep breath, then raised his hand, and the array plate seemed to come alive, flying towards the center of the Shuangji Gate's array.

Everyone's eyes followed the flight path of the array plate, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

The array plate drew a graceful arc in the air and landed precisely at the pivot point of the array.

In an instant, the entire array of the Twin Extremes Gate began to emit a deep rumbling sound, as if responding to the summons of the array plate.

The power of the formation began to circulate, forming a new attack pattern.

At this moment, the wind howled even more fiercely, the rain poured even harder, and lightning flashed one after another in the sky, chasing each other and leaving almost no room to breathe.

Seeing this, He Taichou was not alarmed; instead, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He turned to the crowd and said:

"The formation is complete. Now is the best time to retreat. Everyone, take care."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately summoned his flying sword, stepped on it, and soared into the air.

He Taichou led the escape, and the others were not to be outdone, all summoning their flying swords to flee.

However, before the flying swords could even take flight, a cracking sound was heard from the sky, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck He Taichou, who was less than ten feet above the ground, knocking him down.

He Taichou fell in front of everyone amidst black smoke, scaring the sect leaders and elders so much that their faces turned pale.

The power of this lightning strike was comparable to a heavenly tribulation.

Are all the formations of the Twin Gates this powerful?

How come we don't know?

Damn, is this still a small sect? They're so ruthless.

Zhao Wuji was also completely bewildered.

Is this our formation?

Why have I never seen such strong lightning before?

At this moment, He Taichou struggled to get up. His face was charred black, and his long black hair had turned into a black broom head.

He exhaled a puff of black smoke, then gritted his teeth and said, trembling:

"This great demon is truly despicable. He must have hidden his cultivation level, reducing it to a level even lower than mine."

"Damn, now I'm the one with the highest cultivation level here, and the strongest lightning has hit me."

"What?!" All the sect leaders were in an uproar.

Didn't they say that adding an array plate would allow the array to give the great demon a good beating?

How did it turn out like this? Isn't this a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead?

"That's not right," Zhao Wuji said in confusion. "Even if the great demon tampered with it, our sect's formation shouldn't be this powerful."

He Taichou said, "You don't know this, but after modifying the formation with this array plate, the formation is now fully drawing on the spiritual veins and operating at full speed. Its power is incomparable to what it used to be. Otherwise, how could we have dealt with the great demon?"

What? This is going to drain my spiritual energy!

Zhao Wuji swayed, his heart aching so much he almost fainted.

The other sect leaders and elders were thinking about something else entirely. If the great demon had concealed his cultivation, the power of the formation wouldn't be concentrated on him. Wouldn't that mean we'd get a good beating from the formation?

"Sect Master He, please stop your supernatural powers immediately."

"Hurry up and put away the array plate!"

The crowd shouted anxiously.

He Taichou shook his head with a wry smile: "You make it sound so easy, but it's too late. Once this array is set up, it will be difficult to take it down."

All the sect leaders were dumbfounded.

The spiritual energy of a single spiritual vein is incredibly abundant, adding a tremendous amount of power to the formation. Our numbers are barely enough to fill a gap in the formation's teeth.

"This is truly the end for us," a sect leader muttered to himself, his voice tinged with despair.

Just then, a loud clap of thunder startled the sect leaders from their petrified state.

They looked up at the sky and saw that the lightning seemed to have come to life, dancing wildly and turning into countless tiny electric snakes that rushed towards the sect leaders and elders within the formation.

"Thunder! Rain! Run for your lives!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, and the sect leaders and elders scattered in all directions, each displaying their unique abilities to avoid the lightning from the sky.

Some sect leaders hurriedly summoned their protective magic treasures, which transformed into a light barrier to keep the lightning out of their bodies.

Some sect leaders directly summoned their flying swords, transforming them into streaks of light, attempting to compete with the lightning.

Zhao Wuji was even more clever. He rolled over like a lazy donkey and rolled directly to the foot of the platform, letting the sturdy platform bear the brunt of the lightning strike.

In an instant, lightning flashed and sparks flew everywhere. The high platform collapsed under the bombardment of lightning, shattering into countless pieces.

The sect leaders and elders jumped off the high platform and fled in all directions as lightning chased them, creating a chaotic scene.

The chaos was not limited to the high platform; the entire Twin Extremes Sect was caught in the endless attack of the formation.

The disciples screamed and scattered in all directions. Those with higher cultivation levels could barely hold on, while those with lower cultivation levels could only let the raging storm rage at their mercy.

Those with higher cultivation levels will be struck by tiny bolts of lightning that fall from the sky, causing them to tremble violently.

Disciples with insufficient cultivation were subjected to the baptism of the storm, swept up by the gale like kites with broken strings, crashing around the Twin Extremes Sect.

As the disciples inside the sect were blown around in all directions, lightning began to chase after them and wreak havoc throughout the Twin Extremes Sect.

"My spirit herb garden!" An elder in charge of planting spirit herbs watched with heartache as his garden was smashed by his disciples, blasted into scorched earth by lightning, and the rare spirit herbs turned to ashes in the lightning.

"Quickly, protect the Scripture Pavilion!" another elder shouted hoarsely, directing his disciples in an attempt to protect the sect's most important treasure trove of knowledge with various defensive spells.

But they themselves are barely able to protect themselves, so how could they possibly protect the library?

The more people came, the more damage the library suffered, and it soon became a ruin.

At this moment, Liu Xingchen and the other martial artists who came to challenge the trial were still unaware of what had happened.

They only felt the wind suddenly pick up and the rain become even more torrential.

Caught off guard, the warriors were blown backward by the strong wind.

Someone desperately clung to a tree by the roadside, but unexpectedly, the tree was also uprooted and flew away into the distance, carrying the screaming person with it.