Chapter 7017
Terrifying Protective Array
Chapter 7017 Terrifying Protective Array
The bloody, hellish scene not only failed to stop the monsters' offensive, but instead, like pouring ice water into a boiling oil pan, it completely unleashed their most primal madness and violence.
When they realize that obeying the orders from the depths of the secret realm is the only way to survive, that only by stepping over the corpses of their enemies can they hope for a chance to live, and that they are even willing to perish together with their enemies, then fighting desperately becomes their only option.
The most crucial point is that these low-level monsters, along with the monster leaders who possess a certain level of intelligence, have fundamentally lost the right to disobey orders.
They can't even feign compliance or be insincere.
They must be like cannon fodder at the very bottom, personally throwing themselves into the death torrent of the charge. They can no longer cunningly hide at the back of the line as before, merely driving ordinary monsters to consume and fill the gaps with their lives.
Compared to the grunts, these massive, thick-skinned monster leaders are the real deadly challenge to the defensive magic array!
"boom!"
A monster leader, resembling an ancient lizard and covered in heavy bone armor, let out a deafening roar.
It exerted all its strength, like an out-of-control hill, and crashed violently into the edge of the defensive array.
Its massive, heavy body generated terrifying kinetic energy, like a runaway locomotive, as it crashed into the rubble barrier of the protective magic array.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, several flying, sharp stalagmites, along with rock fragments shattered by the high-speed rotation and with edges as sharp as knives, crashed and slashed against the monster leader's body with a shrill sound, like an enraged swarm of bees!
"Pfft! Crack!"
The dull thuds of impact and the cracking of bones echoed continuously.
Deep, bone-revealing wounds and shocking, penetrating holes instantly covered the rough, tough, and massive body.
Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain, large chunks of flesh mixed with scales peeled off, even revealing the stark white bones and slightly wriggling internal organs underneath.
Such severe injuries, enough to be fatal, still could not completely stop the monster leader's frenzied offensive.
At this moment, it was clearly driven to madness by the extreme bloodshed and the command from the depths of its soul, its eyes filled only with the madness to destroy everything.
The evil spirits that control the monster's body are most susceptible to the stimulation of such bloody scenes. Once their ferocity is fully aroused, they will fall into an inescapable state.
"You ugly, filthy thing, die!"
Inside the magic array, a ninth-level cultivator responsible for controlling a portion of the stalagmites had his hair and beard standing on end, his eyes bloodshot and filled with barely suppressed rage.
He focused his divine sense on the lizard monster that was still charging wildly, and launched another all-out attack.
Driven by him, three thick, sharp stalagmites, covered in blood, flesh, and shattered fragments, pierced the monster leader's body with a speed surpassing any previous one, like three giant spears from divine punishment, accompanied by a piercing shriek!
"Ow—!"
The monster leader let out a final, shrill howl, a mixture of pain and resentment. Its massive body stiffened abruptly before crashing into the filthy, blood-soaked swamp, instantly creating a massive wave of crimson.
"Damn beast!"
The ninth-level cultivator cursed angrily, his tone filled with deep resentment.
He, a dignified ninth-rank master, would be a giant in the outside world, yet now he is trapped here like a caged beast, his life hanging by a thread.
This feeling of powerlessness—being unable to control one's own destiny and being manipulated by others—made all the proud and arrogant ninth-level cultivators secretly extremely annoyed.
Now that he has the opportunity to personally slay these disgusting monsters and vent his pent-up anger, he will naturally show no mercy.
The other ninth-level cultivators also obtained some permissions, allowing them to control specific stalagmites or fragments within the protective array.
At the same time, they can be imbued with spells and attributes such as sharpness and armor-piercing, making ordinary stalagmites comparable to divine weapons.
They no longer hold back, focusing instead on targeting the most threatening giants and monstrous creatures, launching precise and deadly attacks while remaining vigilant against any that might slip through their defenses.
By this time, the boundaries of status and position had become blurred, and everyone had to participate in this life-or-death battle.
Ninth-level cultivators, with their formidable strength, are responsible for assassinating high-level targets.
The larger number of lower-level cultivators became the "cornerstone" providing the mana needed to maintain the operation of the magic array. Like hardworking oxen and horses, they squeezed out every bit of their potential and had no time or ability to directly participate in the attack and defense.
Tang Zhen is the core controller of the killing system. He hovers in the center of the array, his face calm and expressionless, but his divine sense is like an invisible spider web, covering the entire battlefield and precisely controlling the trajectory of each stalagmite and the strength of each energy output.
The highest command authority must be in one's own hands and must never fall into the hands of others.
Apart from Tang Zhen, any other cultivator present would have had no chance of breaking the deadlock today.
Anyone with eyes can see that although the current battle is fierce and brutal, with corpses strewn everywhere, it has still not reached the final crucial moment.
The endless waves of monsters were more like a "warm-up" for an even more brutal battle. If the "false god" undergoing transformation were to appear in person, the scene would definitely not be as it is now.
Faced with this quasi-god puppet, which was born by chance and whose true nature was unknown, Tang Zhen was not confident of victory.
He needs to make contact with the other party and carefully observe and probe in order to make an accurate assessment of their combat strength.
Even now, he is not without the ability to escape the secret realm.
It's not that the rule-breaking artifact has failed, but rather that there's a lack of sufficient "fuel" to power it; the reserves of divine essence simply cannot meet the demand.
The two divine remains obtained in the secret realm will require sufficient time to refine in order to successfully extract the divine essence.
They are completely useless in the current battle.
Wave after wave of attacks turned the area outside the magic circle into a crimson expanse, spreading like an island of flesh and blood.
Embedded within its body were a few fragments of divine remains. The divine monster, controlled by an evil spirit, was also shattered to pieces in the fierce collision.
At these times, Tang Zhen would always step in at the opportune moment.
He pointed his fingers like a sword, drawing them through the void, and collected the fragments of the divine remains mixed with flesh and blood.
Several ninth-level cultivators caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of their eyes, and a complex mix of emotions and longing flashed in their eyes, but in the end they could only choose to ignore it.
Although they also desperately wanted to obtain these materials containing divine power, they needed Tang Zhen to save their lives at the moment. Moreover, in terms of strength and methods, they were far inferior and were destined to have no chance with these fragments of divine remains.
As for the other astral wizards, including the leaders of various organizations such as the Wrathfire Wizards, they didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition.
A continuous, almost exploitative output of mana is a tremendous burden and cause great harm to cultivators of any level.
My meridians felt like they were being scorched by flames, and my soul was filled with waves of dizziness and exhaustion, as if I were about to die suddenly at any moment.
But at this moment, they had no choice.
Everyone knows that suffering hidden dangers and damage to one's foundation is better than losing one's life on the spot.
Watching those hideous and terrifying monsters being continuously crushed and shattered in the storm of stalagmites, and seeing the protective magic array still standing strong, a faint hope of survival and escape seemed to sway on the other side of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
In order to survive and escape, the cultivators gritted their teeth and persevered with their strong willpower.
The extreme pressure and torment caused many low-level cultivators to become disoriented, and their perception of the outside world became increasingly blurred.
His body seemed to no longer belong to him; he was merely relying on instinct, mechanically operating his cultivation technique, squeezing out the last bit of magical power, and injecting it into the energy sphere in the center, which seemed like a bottomless pit.
In the midst of this torment of blurred consciousness and near numbness, at a certain moment, a cheer of relief erupted like thunder, abruptly waking the cultivators from their dazed state!
They raised their heads blankly, trying to focus their gaze, and what came into view was a truly magnificent scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Everywhere you looked, there were monster limbs and severed bodies piled up like small mountains, and dark red blood had pooled into lakes. The air was filled with an intense, nauseating stench of blood and death.
However, right in the heart of this blood-red hell, the protective barrier that had shielded them still existed, though its light flickered and remained unbroken.
Outside the light barrier, the monsters that had been attacking like a tidal wave... had vanished without a trace!