Chapter 1300: Using Formation to Resist the Enemy

It's better to be safe than sorry; he would rather be overly cautious than give the enemy an opportunity.

Inside the yellow desert, yellow sand swirled everywhere, and fierce gusts of wind blew.

True Monarch Yellow Sand and Jin Yu feigned expressions of panic; they had already anticipated this situation.

Having a guilty conscience, Fang Tianyuan was utterly terrified.

Fear not a god-like opponent, but a pig-headed teammate.

“Senior Wang, please spare my life! This junior was forced; they were the ones who compelled me.” Fang Tianyuan sobbed uncontrollably and pleaded loudly.

He had the misfortune of witnessing the Wang family's methods for dealing with traitors, and he was scared stiff.

“Idiot, this is a trick!” True Monarch Yellow Sand flew into a rage; Fang Tianyuan's words had exposed their identities.

“Since we've been discovered, there's nothing more to say. Attack!” Jin Yu's expression turned cold. With a raise of her hand, a golden light shot out, transforming into a palm-sized golden seal. The golden light intensified, and the seal instantly grew into a massive, mountain-sized stamp. Dazzlingly golden all over, like a colossal golden mountain, it smashed towards the void.

True Monarch Yellow Sand performed a hand seal, and the void emitted a buzzing sound as specks of yellow light appeared, forming a yellow sand blade over a hundred zhang long. After a flicker of yellow light on its surface, it quickly solidified, becoming a gleaming yellow giant blade.

“Slash!” With True Monarch Yellow Sand's soft cry, the giant yellow blade slashed directly towards the sky. Wherever it passed, a piercing whooshing sound echoed through the void.

For a time, continuous roars resounded.

Wang Mengfen hadn't initially confirmed them as enemies and had only activated a portion of the restrictions, but the two Nascent Soul cultivators instantly broke through them.

When the Wang family first settled on Green Lotus Island, Wang Changsheng invited a Tier 4 formation master from the Myriad Sword Sect to help set up the formation, which cost a considerable amount of spirit stones. Ye Haitang also participated in the setup, and she had long anticipated such a situation.

Boom!

A tremendous thunderclap rang out, and more than a dozen thick silver lightning bolts tore through the sky, striking towards True Monarch Yellow Sand and Jin Yu.

True Monarch Yellow Sand flipped his palm, and a yellow light flashed as a palm-sized yellow shield appeared in his hand. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the yellow shield immediately flew out, rapidly circling him. Its size rapidly increased, transforming into a yellow shield several zhang tall, blocking them.

More than a dozen silver lightning bolts struck the yellow shield, instantly transforming into a large expanse of silver lightning that engulfed it.

True Monarch Yellow Sand had no concern for Fang Tianyuan's life or death. A thick silver lightning bolt struck Fang Tianyuan, and after a tragic scream rang out, he simply vanished, as if he had never existed.

At the same time, alarms blared across Green Lotus Island.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” Large numbers of Wang family cultivators rushed out of their residences, with Wang Youwei and several other Core Formation cultivators being the first to fly out.

“Do not panic,” Wang Youwei ordered. “Hold your positions and guard strictly against other enemy tactics. Send someone to seek aid from Senior Guang, who is stationed in the market, and issue orders to our affiliated forces to send Core Formation cultivators. Additionally, have our clan members stationed on other islands return for reinforcement, and beware of enemy sneak attacks.”

Wang Youwei issued commands methodically, understanding that the more critical the situation, the more one must not panic.

A purple light flew out from Green Lotus Peak; it was Fairy Ziyue.

She flipped her jade-like hand, a silver light flashed, and a nine-cornered silver formation disc appeared in her hand.

Green Lotus Island had four sets of Tier 4 formations; three of them were set up by Tier 4 formation masters from the Myriad Sword Sect, costing five million spirit stones. Ye Haitang assisted in their arrangement, and it took over half a year to complete.

The main formation discs for all four formations were in Fairy Ziyue's hands. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had absolute trust in her, entrusting the lives of their clan members to her; her burden was immense.

The one in Wang Mengfen's hand was merely a sub-formation disc, which could control only a portion of the restrictions.

“Fellow Daoists, coming to Green Lotus Island as guests, this is hardly the way of a guest,” Fairy Ziyue said coldly. “Since you are not guests, there's no need for us to treat you as such.”

Fairy Ziyue's expression was cold as she struck several spell seals onto the silver formation disc.

An earth-shattering thunderclap resonated from high in the sky. Suddenly, strong winds began to blow, and a large expanse of black thunderclouds abruptly appeared above True Monarch Yellow Sand and Jin Yu.

Furthermore, strong winds churned the ground, lifting countless yellow grains of sand. After a blur, they transformed into house-sized yellow boulders, smashing towards True Monarch Yellow Sand and Jin Yu from all directions.

At the same time, the azure mist covering Green Lotus Island churned violently, and a pale silver light barrier appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the entire island.

Dozens of miles away, a blue light suddenly flared, revealing the figures of True Monarch Huang Long, Madam Golden Butterfly, and Liu Haodong.

“Oh no, the Wang family has detected something amiss!” True Monarch Huang Long exclaimed. “We must provide immediate support, otherwise, Junior Sister Jin and the others will be in mortal danger.”

True Monarch Huang Long transformed into a yellow streaking light and flew towards Green Lotus Island.

Madam Golden Butterfly and Liu Haodong exchanged glances and followed.

As soon as they approached within ten miles of Green Lotus Island, the seawater below churned violently, and a massive whirlpool appeared. The water spun rapidly, generating a powerful suction force. At the same time, eighteen blue water pillars, each a hundred zhang in diameter, shot skyward, forming a colossal blue water screen that enveloped the entire Green Lotus Island.

“Fellow Daoists,” True Monarch Huang Long urged, “please assist this old man in breaking the formation. If we delay any longer, Junior Sister Jin might be in grave danger.”

True Monarch Huang Long opened his mouth and spat out an ancient-looking yellow mirror. After its surface glowed with yellow light, a large expanse of yellow mist surged out, enveloping the blue water screen.

The area enveloped by the yellow mist immediately petrified, becoming as hard as rock.

This was True Monarch Huang Long's innate magic treasure, the Profound Yellow Mirror. It could petrify any object, including magic treasures, spirit beasts, and cultivators, though its drawback was its immense consumption of magical power.

To rescue Jin Yu, True Monarch Huang Long no longer cared about the cost.

Madam Golden Butterfly summoned a gleaming golden short ruler. With a gentle flick, a brilliant golden light erupted, and countless golden ruler shadows swept out, forming a golden torrent that struck towards the opposite side.

Blue light burst from Liu Haodong's body. He slapped the void, causing ripples to spread through it, and countless water vapor surged out, transforming into a colossal blue palm over ten zhang in size. With a whistling sound, it clapped towards the opposite side.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar echoed, and the petrified area shattered into pieces. However, the blue water screen remained; after all, it was a Tier 4 formation and not so easily broken.

On Green Lotus Island, upon learning that two Nascent Soul cultivators had intruded, Wang Mengfen was on high alert. He directed his clan members to assist Fairy Ziyue while also sending someone to notify Guang Dongren.

To his astonishment, the market had also come under attack, and Guang Dongren was entangled with a Nascent Soul cultivator, unable to disengage.

Inside a certain black pavilion, Ye Haitang bit her red lip tightly, clenching the Myriad Ghost Token.

With two Nascent Soul cultivators attacking, she couldn't guarantee the family could cope. She wanted to release Zhao Meier to meet the enemy, but she worried Zhao Meier would go on a rampage.

“I'm warning you,” Ye Haitang stated with a cold face. “I'm letting you out because I hope you'll help eliminate the ghostly creatures, not to go on a killing spree. If you dare to harm any of our Wang clan members, I won't be lenient with you.”

“Hmph, you hope I'll help?” Zhao Meier retorted impolitely. “You think I'll just help because you ask? Do you really think that by refining the Myriad Ghost Token, I'm your servant, to be commanded by you?”

“Speak! Your conditions,” Ye Haitang said through gritted teeth, knowing that any more delay would cause the Wang family to suffer greater losses.

“After this matter is resolved,” Zhao Meier said coldly, “you will help me inquire about the whereabouts of Sword Sovereign Four Seasons and the situation of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.”

“No problem,” Ye Haitang agreed. “Now quickly help me kill the invading enemies.”

A green light flew out from within the Myriad Ghost Token and shot straight outside.