Chapter 2884: Facing the Enemy

In a guest room within an azure pavilion over ten zhang tall, located in the Volcanic Mountain Range, Wang Mengbin sat cross-legged on a silver futon, holding a red ore in his hand.

He led six Soul Transformation cultivators and fifty Spirit Transformation cultivators, guarding this stronghold which was protected by a sixth-tier formation.

The ore being extracted was fire-rock ore, and all cultivators stationed there received a share. As the leader, Wang Mengbin took the largest portion. The Violet Mink clan might launch a counterattack, and the defense of this ore vein was uncertain. Therefore, the Wang family was mining as much ore as they could, prioritizing immediate extraction.

A tremendous roar echoed, shaking the ground.

Wang Mengbin frowned and immediately rushed out of his dwelling. Wang Yingjie, Liu Hongxue, and others also emerged from their rooms.

Twelve Soul Transformation cultivators were attacking the formation. Leading them was a square-faced, large-eyed young man in a red shirt. His eyes were red, his left arm was missing, and his expression was icy. Judging by his aura, he was a late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator.

"Di Suo!"

Wang Mengbin recognized the individual. The intelligence gathered by Wang Zhongchen was very detailed, including information on not only the Integration stage cultivators of the Violet Mink clan but also their Soul Transformation and Spirit Transformation experts.

The Violet Mink clan also recruited new members, and Di Suo was one of them. His true form was a sixth-tier Flame-Devouring Python.

The Barren Land was home to many powerful demonic beasts. Some, by chance, could transform into human form and often joined other races to secure stable cultivation resources.

Di Suo's demonic fire was incredibly powerful; it had once slain two Soul Transformation cultivators, indicating his considerable strength.

Besides Di Suo, there were also three mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivators and eight early-stage Soul Transformation cultivators. There were no Spirit Transformation cultivators among them. Even if they couldn't win, they could retreat immediately. They wouldn't occupy this stronghold even if they captured it; their objective was to harass humanity and inflict casualties on their active forces.

Wang Mengbin wasted no time, commanding his clansmen to engage the enemy.

Liu Hongxue took out a formation plate, its surface glowing with shifting red light, and channeled several incantations into it.

Innumerous scarlet flames erupted from the ground, and the temperature rapidly rose. Simultaneously, two scarlet giants, hundreds of zhang tall, emerged from underground. These giants appeared to be condensed from vast amounts of magma, their bodies enveloped in scarlet flames. Drops of scarlet magma occasionally fell from them, creating massive pits in the ground.

Simultaneously, a deafening explosion resounded from high in the sky as a massive fire cloud appeared overhead. The cloud, displaying azure, red, and gold hues, churned violently before unleashing a torrent of multi-colored raindrops. Before reaching the ground, these raindrops transformed into house-sized multi-colored fireballs, plummeting downwards.

The abundance of volcanoes here made it highly suitable for setting up fire-attribute formations. Wang Mengbin had previously led an attack on this stronghold, but after a prolonged siege, he could not conquer it. Had the enemy not retreated, it would have been impossible to take.

A pot-bellied old man in a red robe conjured three banners glowing with shifting red light. After circling around them a few times, these banners transformed into a massive red light barrier, protecting them.

Numerous multi-colored fireballs struck the red light barrier, transforming into a wave of multi-colored flames that engulfed the entire barrier. However, the flames quickly dissipated.

Di Suo snorted coldly. Knowing the conditions of the Volcanic Mountain Range, they had naturally come prepared with treasures that countered fire-attribute techniques.

The two scarlet giants strode towards them; with each step, the ground trembled slightly.

A thin man in a purple shirt formed a hand seal, and a giant phantom image of a violet mink appeared in the sky above him. Two beams of yellow light shot from the violet mink's eyes, accurately striking the two scarlet giants.

The bodies of the two scarlet giants petrified at a visible rate, turning into two massive yellow stone statues.

It was by relying on their petrification ability that the Violet Mink clan had been able to resist human cultivators for such a long time.

Pinnacle of the Azure Lotus

The violet mink phantom sprayed a purple sound wave that swept past the two yellow stone statues. The statues shattered into pieces, becoming a large pile of yellow rubble.

With a rumbling sound, over a hundred volcanoes erupted, spewing forth thick streams of scarlet magma that headed straight for them.

Di Suo formed a hand seal, and a giant phantom image of a python appeared in the sky above him. A significant portion of the python's body glowed with shifting red light, appearing almost corporeal.

The phantom python opened its gaping maw and suddenly inhaled, swallowing all hundred streams of scarlet magma.

His true form was a Flame-Devouring Python, fearing ordinary flames the least. However, he would not dare to directly withstand powerful spiritual flames.

The phantom python opened its gaping maw and spat out a thick stream of scarlet flames, striking the formation, which trembled slightly.

A deafening roar resounded from high in the sky as a massive thundercloud appeared overhead. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and thick silver lightning bolts struck down, illuminating the heavens and earth.

Dense silver lightning bolts successively struck the red light barrier, emitting muffled thuds.

Considering the Violet Mink clan's petrification ability, Wang Mengbin and his group could not use puppet beasts to attack the enemy; they could only use their treasures to cast spells.

Di Suo and his group either activated their Dharmic projections or controlled their treasures to attack the formation.

Wang Mengbin sneered. With a flip of his hand, a small golden mirror appeared in his palm; it was the Qianlei Mirror.

When Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan attacked the Qianxue Mountain Range, they obtained many treasures, including a set of ten Qianxue Mirrors, each a low-grade Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure.

Wang Mengbin, Wang Yingjie, and eight other cultivators each took out a Qianlei Mirror and infused them with spiritual power.

The ten Qianlei Mirrors simultaneously shone with dazzling golden light, from which countless golden electric arcs surged. Each then emitted a thick beam of golden light, which converged to form a massive golden pillar of light, striking the red light barrier.

With a muffled thud, the red light barrier's spiritual glow dimmed.

A scorching red blade qi and a vast white sword qi swept forward, successively striking the red light barrier. The barrier trembled, flickering in and out of sight, appearing as if it could dissipate at any moment.

As a ripple of spatial fluctuation spread, a massive five-colored hand appeared out of thin air and slammed onto the red light barrier.

The red light barrier shattered into pieces. Silver lightning, multi-colored fireballs, scarlet blade qi, white sword light, and various other spells swept in, appearing as if they would engulf the enemies.

Di Suo and his group dared not delay and quickly cast spells to defend.

Just then, two miserable cries came from behind them.

Before Di Suo could understand what was happening, a thick five-colored light beam struck the phantom python. The phantom python twisted and deformed, letting out painful roars.

A deafening roar resounded from high in the sky as a silver lightning pillar over a hundred zhang thick descended, striking the phantom python. Dazzling light engulfed the phantom python.

Di Suo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning pale. A brilliant red light erupted from his body, and he quickly conjured a red protective shield that continuously flew around him.

Wang Mengbin stood behind them, a pair of wings trailing silver electric arcs on his back. In his hand, he held a trident imbued with electric arcs of five different colors.