Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 773 - 767: Victory_1

This man must die, or the Way of Formations will revere the Human Race above all!

Gazing at the Formation Mountain suppressing the nine heavens, annihilating the universe, and crushing the galaxies above, Elder Ming's killing intent surged to an unprecedented intensity. His wariness towards Zuo Ci had reached an unparalleled peak.

Anything taken to the extreme is utterly terrifying!

For example, in the Eighth Heaven, there exists a Greater Thousand World known as the 'Literary Realm,' which nurtured almost all scholars in the cosmos. In the entire Literary Dao, none could surpass the Master of the Literary Realm. Even Di Tian, Lord of the All Clans of the Myriad Heavens, had to treat the Master of the Literary Realm with utmost caution.

"Blazing Sun Formation!" Elder Ming roared. With a flick of his finger, thousands of formation runes shot out, forming a massive sixth-rank Immortal Array that resembled a blazing sun, its light illuminating everything.

Once deployed, the Formation rushed towards the immortal mountain above, flames soaring, incinerating everything.

"Five Thunder Strike Array!" Elder Ming shouted again.

Clusters of dark clouds gathered, forming a hundred-li-wide thundercloud. Countless dazzling, blinding heavenly thunderbolts darted through the clouds with immense power, as if the ancient Thunder God had descended.

The dragon-like bolts of thunder struck upwards, shattering the starry sky.

"Thousand Sword Slaughter Array!"

"Golden Body Array!"

And so on. Booming commands echoed throughout the Starfield.

In a moment, over a hundred Formations hovered around Elder Ming. Most were fifth-rank Immortal Arrays; only a few were sixth-rank Immortal Arrays.

As for seventh-rank Immortal Arrays, there were none.

At Elder Ming's level, he could only instantaneously deploy Formations below the seventh rank. To set up a seventh-rank Formation required meticulous preparation and a considerable amount of time.

"Suppress!" Zuo Ci commanded coldly, his expression unchanging.

His Formation Mountain contains over 30,000 formations, with at least 1,000 of them being sixth-rank Immortal Arrays. Destroying a mere hundred formations should be easy, shouldn't it?

BOOM!

The Formation Mountain pressed down. Myriad formations activated in unison, steadily bearing down. Every array, every strategic point, even space-time and the star-filled sky—all disintegrated and ceased to exist.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the Formation Mountain bear down and shatter his hundred Formations, Elder Ming's expression changed drastically; he was enraged. A mere sixth-rank Array Master has actually forced me into such a desperate situation? I am a seventh-rank Array Master, a Formation Dao Grandmaster! What is a sixth-rank Array Master? To me, they are nothing but an ant! I refuse to believe that I, a distinguished seventh-rank Formation Dao Grandmaster, would lose to a sixth-rank Array Master! No matter what, regardless of the cost, I must defeat Zuo Ci! I will tear this detestable human into a thousand pieces, grind his bones to dust, and scatter his ashes!

"Die!"

"Myriad blood essences, infuse the formation core!"

Elder Ming gritted his teeth and once again activated the 'Star-Devouring Formation'. A torrent of blood-red light surged, forming countless gales of bloody wind that ripped through everything, attacking the Ice Wing Lesser Thousand World.

Every gust of wind was saturated with killing intent!

The howling wind shattered the world's firmament, sweeping across the land of the Ice Wing Lesser Thousand World.

Countless members of the Ice Wing Clan had no chance to react before they felt their entire bodies prickle with pain. Their flesh was flayed from their bones, piece by piece, as they endured the agony of being skinned alive until they succumbed to the excruciating torment.

"Senior, you..." an elder of the Ice Wing Clan, witnessing the horrific deaths of countless kinsmen, his face deathly pale and his heart convulsing, questioned angrily.

But before he could finish, he was swept into the bloody maelstrom. His flesh and blood separated, and he lost consciousness.

Even at the moment of death, he couldn't understand why Elder Ming, himself a member of the All Clans, would unleash such a massacre upon the Ice Wing Clan.

Soon, the Ice Wing Lesser Thousand World, with its massive diameter of one billion kilometers, became a land of death. Bones littered the ground; even insignificant ants were mercilessly wiped out.

"Fuse!" Elder Ming roared, his face contorted.

A vast amount of blood essence energy infused into the 'Star-Devouring Formation,' filling it with an overwhelmingly baleful aura. Following the five existing formation stances, a new kind of stance was added, called the Blood Stance!

It's actually the Dao Rule of Blood! With two Dao Rule Formation Stances combined, it's comparable to an eighth-rank Immortal Array!

After sensing it for a moment, Elder Ming was overjoyed. He then looked at Zuo Ci and snarled, "Human, prepare to die!"

The two Dao Rule Formation Stances, powerful enough to make even a Daluo Golden Immortal's expression change, erupted. They enveloped the Formation Mountain, destroying a large swathe of its formations.

It forcefully slowed the Formation Mountain's descent.

If you were a true eighth-rank Array Master, I might not be your match! Zuo Ci thought. Unfortunately, you are only a seventh-rank Array Master. Even if you control two Dao Rule Formation Stances, you cannot unleash the full might of an eighth-rank Immortal Array!

"Formation Spirit, emerge!"

A flash of brilliance lit up Zuo Ci's eyes. He waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, and a profound light descended.

Since it's an immortal mountain, how could it be without a dragon?

ROAR!

A majestic roar emanated from within the Formation Mountain, causing the Starfield to quake.

The Formation Mountain trembled, and a golden dragon flew out, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It exuded boundless might as it streaked across the vast sky, making the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths tremble.

Zuo Ci had refined this golden dragon from the immortal ores within the mountain itself. Then, using the origin of countless formations, he had transformed it into the Spirit of the Formation Mountain, capable of fully unleashing the Formation Mountain's power.

"Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!" Zuo Ci bellowed.

The golden dragon roared, coiled around the mountain, and dived.

The Formation Mountain, whose descent had slowed, resumed its normal speed—no, it became even faster than before.

The heavens were crushed!

The Starfield was crushed!

The Star-Devouring Formation, too, was crushed!

Elder Ming was also forced back, blood streaming from his mouth and nose. He felt suffocated, as if abandoned by Heaven and Earth, abandoned by the laws, abandoned by the Dao Rules.

"No..."

Finally, amidst a despairing cry, the two Dao Rule Formation Stances shattered.

Elder Ming, this Formation Dao Grandmaster from a Greater Thousand World, revered by billions of beings, was crushed like an ant by the Formation Mountain, ground into a bloody paste.

Instantly, the Starfield returned to tranquility.

Only the Formation Mountain remained suspended in the void. Zuo Ci stood upon its peak, possessing an air of immortal transcendence, like a peerless entity in command of the Formation Dao, invincible in the world.

HISS!

The Qin Dynasty actually won!

The countless watching Martial Artists were dumbfounded, gasping. Their bodies stiffened as they looked incredulously at Zuo Ci. This Human Warrior, initially overlooked, had actually won?

Even now, the scenes of the battle replayed in the minds of the powerhouses, leaving them unsettled for a long time.

It's over!

The Ice Wing Clan is defeated, the Formation Dao Grandmaster dispatched by the All Clans Hall has fallen... In this Lesser Thousand World, who can now resist the Qin Dynasty's vanguard?

After regaining their senses, some onlookers from the All Clans showed dramatic changes in their expressions. Their hearts trembled, and a chill ran down their spines as if gazed upon by the God of Death.

This won't do! a powerhouse from the Half Evil Clan thought grimly. I must send news of this battle back and have the clan migrate. Only by doing so can we hope to preserve our bloodline!

He frantically channeled his immortal energy, flying towards his clan.

Not a few powerhouses from the All Clans shared his thoughts. They all executed their movement techniques, traversing the Starfield and leaving countless afterimages in their wake.

"All armies, hear my command! Sweep through all the All Clans in this Lesser Thousand World!" Zhao Yun ordered coldly, seeing the movements of the All Clans powerhouses.

The Ice Wing Clan's scheme had failed; what awaited them next was the doom of the All Clans.

Henceforth, in this Lesser Thousand World, the Human Race alone shall reign supreme!

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

The generals bellowed, and the army roared in unison. Their terrifying morale pierced the heavens, and a surging killing intent rocked the Starfield.

In the next instant, fifteen streaks of bloody light tore through the void, vanishing among the stars.