Under Mingwu Mountain, there are three array positions in total, with the Gentleman’s Sword at the center, forming a tri-petal imprint resembling a plum blossom.
Each array position is several hundred meters apart.
Zhang Rongfang’s location is on the far right of the formation, slightly towards the rear.
At this time, circles of invisible sound waves are spreading all around, forcefully tearing out a clearing of flesh and armor among the Fengling Army.
At the center of the array eye.
Wisps of white air, unseen by ordinary people, rise into the air. It is the mysterious mist that is spreading and expanding.
The white air, like living things, forms ribbons that encircle a child lying flat on the ground.
The child wears a robe of intermingling blue and purple, with a silver band gently tied around the forehead, his face serene, tranquil, as if in peaceful slumber.
Beside the child, several elite guards of Yi Vein stand vigilantly.
Zhang Rongyu and Li Zhen stand side by side, looking at the white-haired elder holding a book across from them.
The elder holds the book in one hand and a longsword upside down in the other, his face flushed and serious.
"There was a slight mishap with the Fierce General, but it’s fine. We can proceed here as planned. As long as we don’t falter, the array will rise, and everything can be salvaged."
"Xiaoyu is weak and powerless, everything depends on Mr. Rong." Zhang Rongyu’s voice is delicate, her pure and beautiful face revealing a trace of gentleness and helplessness, her graceful and perfect figure faintly exuding a full and enticing allure, making one unable to resist the urge to embrace her fully with love and protection.
Mr. Rong nodded, having heard of Lady Yu’s natural beauty and unparalleled grace before coming, her every move seemed to tug at the heartstrings.
Now, in person, her reputation is indeed well-deserved.
He suddenly sighed inwardly, understanding why his disciple was so captivated that he became restless at night, and came to plead for his intervention.
If he had encountered such a woman in his youth, he might also have struggled to sleep.
"Rise."
The longsword in his hand suddenly bloomed into a sword flower, as silver light gleamed, he abruptly thrust the sword into the ground.
"Invite the Sage!" He shouted sternly.
Suddenly, amidst the surrounding white mist, the sound of reading and chanting slowly echoed.
The white ribbons centered on the gathering of people suddenly gained an anchoring point, swiftly revolving around the child.
These rotations grew faster and faster, more and more urgent.
Soon, the hissing invisible airflow began to form an invisible whirlwind, spreading in all directions.
The invisible wind blew out mist, and in the blink of an eye, it covered hundreds of meters, thousands of meters around and even farther.
The wind carried a kind of inexplicable sound, seemingly the sound of reading, but upon close listening, one cannot discern what is being read.
All the warriors of the Righteous Alliance, when swept by this wind, their fighting spirit weakened, and their movements with knives and swords hesitated considerably.
Thoughts of doubt and skepticism sprouted within their hearts.
’What am I fighting so desperately for?’
’Is it meaningful to risk my life for that slight hatred from back then?’
’If I turn away, drop my weapon, and find a place to hide, maybe I can safely enjoy my life...’
These thoughts emerged one after another, and the warriors of the Righteous Alliance gradually showed bewilderment.
With hesitation in their hearts, their hands hesitated too, and hesitation led to injuries.
On the battlefield, patches of black-armored warriors of the Righteous Alliance began to scatter more rapidly. Already no match for the Fengling Army, without their fighting spirit, they started a chain collapse.
Even though Zhang Rongfang was making a commotion on the side, for the battlefield that exceeded tens of thousands, this disturbance was negligible.
As long as the banner of the main general remained standing, the Fengling Army was still as immovable as a rock, stubbornly resisting the advance of the Righteous Alliance troops.
Bang! Bang!!
Amid the successive explosions, a few worshipping Martial Artists of the Fengling Army exploded part of their bodies, unleashing spiritual lines that swept across.
Where the silver spiritual lines passed, everything was severed and cleaved into two.
But before they could wreak havoc for long, a flash-like silhouette emerged from the side, drawing an ungraspable eerie arc from the side, embracing a person’s body.
Amid the hissing sound of blood sucking.
All the spiritual lines suddenly froze, then turned black, and flew back to dissipate.
The worshipping Martial Artists froze in place, as if they malfunctioned, then their lives were easily harvested.
This scene repeated throughout the battlefield, with Extreme Realm experts, Human Immortal Temple bloodline Daoists, and worshipping masters ferociously fighting amongst themselves.
The influence of the array had little effect on them. After mistakenly injuring the surrounding people in succession, the experts’ combat zones naturally yielded patches of territory.
These patches resembled islands of reef rising in the sea.
Zhang Rongfang’s towering seven-meter figure stood at the center of a shattered basin, the largest of the islands.
Looking around, his gaze swiftly locked onto the location of the main general’s banner moving into the distance.
In the clash between the two armies, defeating the main general would determine the majority of the warriors’ fortunes.
In this ancient warfare, the banner represented the army’s spirit, the core for all warriors.
If the banner fell, the army would scatter like headless flies, instantly breaking apart from a coherent whole into countless individual fragments.
The bombardment around continued intermittently to strike his body.
But it was to no avail.
With his current traits and innate ability paired with rapid healing, the explosions of the cannonballs only caused his body to sway slightly, nothing more.
"This height..." Zhang Rongfang looked down, observing the crazed advance of the Fengling Army all around him.
These soldiers, in his eyes at this moment, seemed like children, holding toys and incessantly probing against him.
"Let’s end this quickly. It’s just a branch stronghold."
To avoid prolonged uncertainty and reduce losses, he didn’t plan to delay further tests.
"Concentrate the firepower!" Suddenly, the main general Zhou Fengyu’s expression turned cold, raising his right hand.
Boom!!!
This time, a cannonball, traveling far faster than all previous ones, smacked Zhang Rongfang’s face.
The tremendous impact caused his head to jolt backward.
Simultaneously, five figures soared into the air from the surroundings, encircling Zhang Rongfang, forming a pentagon, while simultaneously severing their own wrists.
"Slash!!"
The five shouted in unison.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!!
Five silver spiritual lines shot out from the ports on their wrists, resembling five silver scalpels, slicing towards Zhang Rongfang from different angles.
Chichichichi!
In an instant, five bloody wounds appeared on Zhang Rongfang’s body surface.
But...
These wounds, each over three meters long, existed only for half a second...
In a blink of an eye, they healed and recovered, as if he had never been injured.
The five people who had just shot the spiritual lines back into their bodies all turned pale, their whole bodies stiffened, and they collapsed to the ground, slowly falling over and unable to move, as if poisoned.
Zhang Rongfang came back to his senses, not even noticing anyone around him, as he looked at the dark green sea of trees around him, ravaged beyond recognition.
Large patches of trees were cut down, grasslands were stripped of their original colors, and everything became a uniform muddy yellow and black earth.
"It’s time to end this."
He raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and looked towards Fierce General Zhou Fengyu.
The distance between the two was already over three hundred meters and still increasing.
"Twelve Immortal Techniques."
"Ground Shrinking!!"
At the same time, the special talent of super speed movement was activated, and the ultimate form’s inherent divine speed effect automatically initiated.
Combining the two unleashed the Immortal Technique Ground Shrinking.
Bang!
Zhang Rongfang disappeared from his original spot.
Three hundred meters were crossed in an instant.
Swish!!!
Everything blocking between the two was instantly shattered by the immense impact force of Zhang Rongfang’s body.
In the distance, only a red line could be seen linking the two in one second.
Zhou Fengyu’s expression changed drastically; the moment he was locked in sight, he roared and howled.
Silver light erupted from his body, and at the same time, a large mystical fog spread out, engulfing the surroundings.
But this reaction time only allowed him to trigger Descent of the God.
Unfortunately, it was all meaningless.
Three blood lotuses behind Zhang Rongfang trembled, dispersing the mystical fog.
He appeared in front of Zhou Fengyu as if by teleportation, his body airborne, delivering a palm strike from above.
A one-meter long giant palm descended like a heavenly canopy, combining with defensive positioning, completely covering all of Zhou Fengyu’s dodging positions.
"Ultimate Style!!!" Zhou Fengyu’s eyes shone with dazzling silver light, the massive aura belonging to a god began to release but was crushed by the huge palm.
His burgeoning consciousness hadn’t erupted when everything before him turned black, plunging into eternal silence.
Zhang Rongfang didn’t even have time to see what Zhou Fengyu’s ultimate style looked like.
He only felt a pain in his palm, as if he had smashed a prickly sphere.
He raised his hand to see his palm drenched in blood, riddled with many holes.
But soon, in one second, all the holes healed, recovering completely.
As for Fierce General Zhou Fengyu’s location, only a heap of black ash remained.
It was evident that the divine spiritual lines were completely dissolved by his own blood’s corrosion.
This is the power of speed.
The main general is dead; he grabbed the command flag, broke it, and tossed it upwards.
"The main general is dead! Surrender and live!!"
He didn’t know how to lead an army, but he knew that when the main general dies, the army must inevitably fall into chaos.
But to his surprise, the Fengling Army didn’t stop; instead, they quickly retreated, leaving a large open space.
In the distance, large foggy formations were spreading, drifting in his direction.
The surrounding battle didn’t disintegrate as he expected; rather, the Righteous Alliance army disintegrated faster.
Where the fog reached, some of the Righteous Alliance soldiers knelt in tears, giving up resistance. Some gritted their teeth and persevered but acted slowly and hesitantly, eventually killed in a few moves.
Others exposed weaknesses due to interference, gravely injured and fell to the ground.
"Kill!!"
"By divine command, form the giant object formation!!"
Amidst the shouting, military orders were transmitted successively.
At some point, the Fengling Army had already surrounded Zhang Rongfang, rapidly forming a large ring-shaped formation.
Along with the pervasive white fog, a stronger sense of bind was transmitted to Zhang Rongfang’s body, suppressing at least twenty percent of his speed and strength. It felt like dozens of tons of weights were added to his body.
He glanced around, frowning slightly.
’If it were an ordinary army, the surrounding area should have scattered long ago, but this Fengling Army truly lives up to its name.’
The fog now completely engulfed the surrounding Fengling Army, disappearing without a trace. If he wanted to break the enemy, he must first break this foggy array.
"This is the military formation. Have you never seen it before, Temple Master?" Ran Xinyue walked out easily from behind.
Gazing at the seven-meter-tall Zhang Rongfang in the fog, she parted her lips slightly, unwittingly letting out a sigh.
At first, they contacted the Human Immortal Temple, hoping it would cooperate to siege the Mingwu Mountain Army. They merely hoped Zhang Rongfang could help contain a Spirit General.
But now... it’s too exaggerated... He’s completely surpassed the mission!
Ran Xinyue was speechless. She was considered knowledgeable. Having followed the President, followed Yue Dewen, she had seen countless top experts.
But never had she encountered someone like Zhang Rongfang.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why both the President and Yue Dewen held Zhang Rongfang in such high regard.
It was because he was a terrifying genius in growth, one who could rival an Imperial Tutor in the future....
"Military formation? What is this?" Zhang Rongfang waved a palm, attempting to disperse the fog. At the same time, the blood lotus on his back trembled, also attempting to break the fog.
But all failed.
This seemed not just a simple mystical fog.