Chapter 1815: 万鬼荡灵阵

Wang Changsheng and the other twenty Soul Transformation cultivators showed no trace of a smile; instead, their brows were deeply furrowed.

A colossal dark cloud, thousands of meters wide, appeared in the high sky without warning. The dark cloud roiled violently like a tide, revealing numerous thick, waist-sized silver lightning snakes, whose sheer number was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Myriad Thunders Resound!" Lei Yunbin chanted an incantation, and a deafening thunderclap echoed from high above. The dark cloud churned violently like boiling water as head-sized silver lightning orbs plummeted, crashing down below.

At the same time, Shangguan Tianhong chanted an incantation. The Azure Dragon Boat suddenly emitted a deafening dragon roar, glowing brightly with blue light, and abruptly stopped high in the sky.

The silver lightning orbs struck the ground and immediately burst open.

Amidst successive deafening thunderclaps, the ground transformed into a sea of silver lightning.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, is this how your Demon Race operates? You're afraid of a straightforward battle?" Shangguan Tianhong sneered, his gaze shifting towards a certain mountain peak.

"Straightforward? You secretly launched an attack; you call that straightforward?" A scornful male voice suddenly rang out. As soon as the voice faded, a fierce gust of wind rose, and Zhao Qianfeng appeared.

"Late Soul Transformation!" Shangguan Tianhong's eyebrows twitched, and his expression turned solemn. He looked at True Monarch Qianhu, whose face was exceptionally grim.

According to their intelligence, Zhao Qianfeng, the leader of the Demon Race, was only a Mid Soul Transformation cultivator. However, that information was hundreds of years old. Now, Zhao Qianfeng had advanced to the Late Soul Transformation stage, which was troublesome.

The Demon Race had fourteen Soul Transformation cultivators: one Late Soul Transformation, two Mid Soul Transformation, and eleven Early Soul Transformation. On the Spirit Cultivator side, there were four Mid Soul Transformation and sixteen Early Soul Transformation cultivators.

"True Monarch Qianhu, Qin Yunfeng, humph, you were lucky to escape last time. This time, you won't be so fortunate." Zhao Qianfeng sneered, his face filled with murderous intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Yu chanted an incantation. The ground suddenly cracked open, and a white skeletal soldier, hundreds of meters tall, emerged from underground. This white skeleton had the head of an ape, the body of a human, and the wings of a bird. In its hand, it held a white bone sword over two hundred meters long. Miniature skull heads adorned every joint on its body, and it emitted a mournful wailing sound. From a distance, it looked as if it were assembled from tens of thousands of skulls.

"Myriad Bone Demon!" Ye Haitang exclaimed in surprise, her face filled with envy.

A Myriad Bone Demon at the Soul Transformation stage must possess considerable divine abilities.

A series of piercing ghost wails rang out, and a chilling wind swept through. A vast amount of Yin energy suddenly surged from the ground, revealing numerous ferocious vengeful spirits, numbering in the millions.

One hundred and eight thick black light pillars shot up into the sky. After reaching high altitude, these pillars converged, forming a massive black light barrier that enveloped an area of tens of thousands of kilometers.

The figures of Zhao Qianfeng and the others blurred and then abruptly vanished.

The Myriad Bone Demon swung its white bone sword, slashing at the void. A flash of white light appeared, and a long white arc of light shot out, heading directly for the Azure Dragon Boat.

"Attack! Finish this quickly! Don't let the Demon Race delay us; their secret techniques are not easy to deal with," Shangguan Tianhong ordered. He conjured nine small, shimmering red mirrors, cast an incantation into them, and countless red runes lit up on their surfaces. Numerous slender red beams shot out, striking in all directions.

Wang Changsheng and the others made their moves, attacking the Myriad Bone Demon.

For a moment, continuous explosions rang out. The dense spiritual light from their spells engulfed the Myriad Bone Demon, which let out a series of painful roars.

Shangguan Tianhong flipped his hand and took out the Golden Flood Dragon Axe. He slashed at the void, causing it to ripple as if it were about to be cleaved in two. A golden axe blade shot out, striking the void.

With a thunderous roar, over a dozen mountain peaks were shattered to dust by the golden axe blade. A large number of white skeletons flew out. As a chilling wind blew through, these white skeletons seemed to come alive, transforming into numerous white skeletons of various forms.

Outside the formation, Zhao Qianfeng and the other fourteen Soul Transformation cultivators each held a dark, shimmering formation disk. A lifelike white skull was carved on the surface of each disk, composed of countless miniature skulls.

The fifth-tier top-grade formation, Myriad Ghosts Soul Cleansing Array, was brought down by Zhao Qianfeng from the Demon Realm. After occupying the Thousand Gourd Realm, they had successively massacred hundreds of thousands of spirit cultivators who resisted them, refining their bones and souls into the formation to enhance its power.

"Put in more effort! This is a formation we brought from the Demon Realm; its materials are far superior to anything in the lower realms," Zhao Qianfeng commanded, his face filled with murderous intent.

They successively chanted incantations into their formation disks. The skulls on the surface of the disks seemed to come alive, emitting a series of mournful wails that stirred compassion in anyone who heard them.

Inside the formation, the Myriad Bone Demon was engulfed by the dense spiritual light from the spells. These attacks were like mere scratches, failing to inflict any fatal damage.

The thundercloud high above roiled violently, and thick silver lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking the Myriad Bone Demon and producing a series of loud explosions.

Shangguan Tianhong swung the Golden Flood Dragon Axe, and streaks of golden axe blades swept forth, striking the Myriad Bone Demon repeatedly and producing dull clanging sounds.

Even a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure could not inflict significant damage on the Myriad Bone Demon.

A chilling Yin wind swept through, and countless white skeletons were swept up, forming four white skeletons, each hundreds of meters tall and holding different weapons like sabers, spears, staffs, and clubs. The five white skeletons (including the Myriad Bone Demon) brandished their weapons, attacking Wang Changsheng and the others.

A red light suddenly shone from Wang Ruyan's glabella, and a shimmering red eye appeared out of thin air. It was the Black Phoenix Demonic Eye.

She looked around, intending to use the Black Phoenix Demonic Eye to locate the formation's core.

After a moment, her brows furrowed deeply. She had not been able to find the formation's core; the Black Phoenix Demonic Eye had failed for the first time.

It seemed that this formation was not simple; they needed to break it quickly.

"That Myriad Bone Demon must be the core of the formation. Kill it, and the formation will break," Shangguan Tianhong transmitted, his gaze grim.

He had originally planned to concentrate their superior forces and use overwhelming power to directly annihilate the Demon Race. Who could have anticipated that the Demon Race would discover them in advance and possess a powerful formation? True Monarch Qianhu had warned him about this, but Shangguan Tianhong was extremely confident, believing that with twenty Soul Transformation cultivators and over a dozen Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures, no formation could trap them.

This arrogance could not entirely be blamed on Shangguan Tianhong. Firstly, the Thousand Gourd Realm had no prior experience invading the Demon Race's stronghold. Secondly, in the realm wars before this one, there had never been an instance of dozens of Soul Transformation cultivators being trapped by a fifth-tier formation.

Even at this moment, Shangguan Tianhong still believed the Demon Race could not trap them; their escape was only a matter of time.

Just then, an utterly horrifying ghost wail echoed. There were women's screams, old people's lamentations, and the cries of young children, all these miserable sounds mingling together.

Wang Yingjie felt his blood surge within him, his face turning beet red. His heart rate quickened, as if it were about to burst from his chest.