Chapter 266: Wang Mingzhong's Choice

Hundreds of flying puppet beasts had not yet gotten close when hundreds of azure light swords and crimson fire blades struck Lu Kun and the others. “Damn it, there are so many puppet beasts,” Lu Kun cursed under his breath.

He opened his mouth and spat out a palm-sized black gong. Its surface was adorned with a grotesque ghost face pattern, emanating a powerful spiritual aura.

He held a gong in each hand and clapped them together. A chilling ghostly howl resonated, and a gray, hazy sound wave swept out to meet the incoming attacks.

As the azure light swords and crimson fire blades approached the gray sound wave, they flickered wildly before dissipating, generating a large surge of air.

A series of booming explosions echoed, and the azure light swords and crimson fire blades vanished.

The other nine Foundation Establishment cultivators each manipulated their magical artifacts, attacking the five yellow light barriers below, while simultaneously activating their own defenses.

Five disciples from the Hundred Ghosts Sect either released ferocious vengeful spirits or summoned bone corpses to besiege the five yellow light barriers.

Others released zombies or spirit beasts and birds, all attacking the five yellow light barriers.

A ten-foot-tall vengeful spirit, resembling an ape, opened its mouth and spewed a stream of grayish-white flames onto the building, causing the flames to roll and spread.

A humanoid skeleton, over fifty feet tall and wreathed in black mist, brandished a colossal bone blade, felling buildings one after another.

Dozens of shimmering magical artifacts struck the five yellow light barriers, creating a cacophony of thuds and bangs.

Before the ghosts, zombies, and spirit beasts could get close to the five yellow light barriers, hundreds of light beams of various colors shot out from within the barriers, striking them. While these beams couldn't destroy them, they did hinder their advance to some extent.

“Seventh Uncle, please buy me some time,” Wang Changfeng urged Wang Mingzhong. Wang Changfeng then entered a pavilion, took out a flying needle talisman treasure, and frantically channeled his spiritual energy into it.

“Fellow Daoists Li and Zhao, please help us buy some time. Once these intruders are repelled, we will reward you handsomely,” Wang Mingzhong requested the disciples of the Hundred Spirits Sect.

“Fellow Daoist Wang, rest assured. As long as we don’t charge out, we can certainly hold them off for a while using the formation,” the Hundred Spirits Sect disciples replied. They agreed, knowing that with the formation and numerous puppet beasts, it wouldn’t be a problem to buy Wang Changfeng some time.

Wang Changyue and Wang Qingshan approached. Wang Changyue directed other clan members to bury array materials around the pavilion.

After all the array materials were buried, she took out a shimmering blue formation plate and imbued it with a spell. With a flash of blue light, a blue light barrier several feet in size materialized, enclosing the pavilion.

Although Lu Kun didn't know that Wang Changfeng was activating a talisman treasure, he wouldn't delay for too long to avoid any unforeseen changes.

“Finish this quickly! Don't drag it out with them,” Lu Kun shouted. He chanted a spell, and his body glowed brightly with white light. He then opened his mouth and spewed a large swath of white flames.

This was Profound Bone Ghost Fire, immensely powerful. Lu Kun had once used it to eliminate a cultivator at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

At that moment, two second-tier flying puppets lunged towards him.

He cast a spell, and the white flames blurred, transforming into a grotesque white ghost face that met the attack.

The two second-tier flying puppet beasts, upon touching the white ghost face, immediately halted. Their light rapidly dimmed, and they swayed precariously, appearing as if they could fall from the sky at any moment.

Lu Kun then cast out the two black gongs from his hands. With two dull thuds, the two second-tier flying puppets were shattered by his natal magical artifacts.

A black-robed youth summoned a palm-sized black seal, which rapidly expanded to the size of a small hill and quickly plunged downwards.

“No, quickly stop it!” Wang Mingzhong exclaimed, his face changing. He sacrificed a shimmering yellow talisman, which transformed into a giant yellow palm several feet in size. It met the enlarged black seal and barely managed to hold it back.

The disciples of the Hundred Spirits Sect all summoned their magical artifacts and second-tier talismans to meet the attack.

A series of thunderous explosions rang out, and the enlarged black seal was shattered to pieces.

“Roar! Roar!”

Several massive roars echoed as the giant skeleton brandished its colossal bone sword, savagely hacking at one of the yellow light barriers.

The yellow light barrier shook violently, its light rapidly dimming. Dozens of magical artifacts swarmed forward, shattering this yellow light barrier.

Several screams rang out as a few members of the Wang family inside the yellow light barrier fell into pools of blood. However, the yellow light barrier quickly reformed.

At this point, hundreds of flying puppet beasts spread out and pounced on Lu Kun and the others.

Lu Kun and his companions were fighting in mid-air and dared not be careless. Several of them controlled their magical artifacts to meet the incoming threats.

First-tier puppet beasts were no match for them and were easily annihilated. However, the second-tier puppet beasts still caused them considerable trouble.

“Fellow Daoist Liu, stop wasting time. Quickly summon your natal magical artifact, the Profound Fire Bottle. They aren't trying to escape and dare to fight us using their formation, so they must have something to rely on. Perhaps someone is activating a talisman treasure, or they've already notified reinforcements,” Lu Kun said, his face grim, looking at a handsome young man in red.

The red-robed youth, a vice-captain with a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, was outwardly cordial with Lu Kun but inwardly harbored a desire to claim credit.

To quickly eliminate the enemy, Lu Kun had no choice but to ask for help.

“Easily done. Why didn’t you just say so earlier?” the red-robed youth chuckled, agreeing to help.

He opened his mouth and spat out a red jade bottle, glowing continuously with crimson light. With a spin, it expanded to several feet in size, its surface engraved with several clusters of crimson flames.

“Attack,” the red-robed youth commanded. With his command, the red jade bottle tilted downwards, spewing out a vast expanse of crimson flames that transformed into a crimson firebird, over a dozen feet in size, and swooped down.

Seeing this, the other cultivators, as if by prior agreement, quickly recalled their ghosts, zombies, and spirit beasts.

As the crimson firebird passed, ripples spread in its wake, and even the air seemed to distort.

“No, it’s a natal magical artifact! Quickly block this attack!” Wang Mingzhong urgently commanded. He hastily maneuvered his second-tier puppet beasts forward, while Wang Changyue and others also controlled their puppet beasts to meet the crimson firebird.

The flying puppet beasts, upon touching the crimson firebird, swayed violently and were engulfed by the roaring flames, without making a sound.

Dozens of thick light beams shot out from the yellow light barrier, piercing through the crimson firebird's body. However, the wounds quickly healed.

More than a dozen shimmering magical artifacts that touched the crimson firebird melted into molten iron.

Soon, the crimson firebird crashed into the yellow light barrier where Wang Changfeng and the others were hiding. The yellow light barrier flickered wildly, its light rapidly dimming.

With a 'snap,' several tiny cracks appeared on the yellow formation plate in Wang Changyue's hand, and these cracks continued to widen.

“This is bad, the formation can’t hold! Seventh Uncle,” Wang Mingzhong said. He glanced at Wang Changfeng; more than half of the golden flying needle had emerged from the talisman treasure, with only a small portion remaining.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He cast a spell, and numerous yellow light spots appeared on his body. A sturdy yellow battle armor materialized, adhering to his form, and a white cloud formed beneath his feet, carrying him into the air above the pavilion.

The four Hundred Spirits Sect disciples exchanged glances and simultaneously took out their second-tier escape talismans.

If the formation broke, they wouldn't fight to the death. They were merely ordered to guard Wang Family Fort, not to die alongside the Wang family members.

“Boom!”

With a thunderous crash, the five yellow light barriers shattered one after another, and the yellow formation plate in Wang Changyue’s hand broke apart as well.

Almost simultaneously, the four Hundred Spirits Sect disciples crushed their escape talismans and vanished.

Wang Mingzhong took out a yellow banner and violently waved it, unleashing a vast expanse of flickering yellow hurricane.