Chapter 431 - 406: Another Attack_1

Having discovered such a benefit, Lu Yan could not help but drive the Thunder Bell forward again.

Of course, this time Lu Yan didn’t rush. He slowly moved forward, carefully approaching, and finding the best position.

After moving a certain distance, Lu Yan began to actively attract the Thunder, drawing it into the Thunder Bell.

Crackle, crackle...

Golden Thunder covered Lu Yan’s whole body. Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit, like a candle, began to melt again, but quickly, pure energy surged from the great tree, quickly repairing his Primordial Spirit.

In this way, his Soul Power rapidly increased.

A few days after Lu Yan entered the Nine Layer Heaven for cultivation, a group of people arrived at Wu Mountain.

The person in the lead was actually Zhao Sirong.

Almost none of Lu Yan’s men had seen Zhao Sirong before, and Shen Yinuo was in retreat, so Zhao Sirong and her party were stopped at the door at first.

It was not until Lu Yan’s spirit returned from the Nine Layer Heaven that Zhao Sirong was allowed to enter the mountain.

"Sirong, why are you here?"

In a small road in the back mountain, Lu Yan walked shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Sirong, strolling amongst it.

"The current situation has reached a critical moment. If you are in trouble, how could I stand by and watch? Although my cultivation level is insufficient, I can still fight."

Zhao Sirong said with a smile.

"Sirong, have you broken through the Primordial Spirit Realm?"

Lu Yan observed Zhao Sirong, his eyes sparkling.

Her progress was stunning.

"I am the only hope of the Shengxuan Sect, they have used all their resources on me. Therefore, I made rapid progress in the True Body Realm, but breaking the Primordial Spirit Realm wasn’t easy. I have been in retreat until a few days ago when I finally made a breakthrough."

Zhao Sirong explained.

Lu Yan felt warm inside.

As soon as Zhao Sirong heard the news, she rushed here.

Actually, Zhao Sirong didn’t have to come at all.

Once she did, she might face death.

"Sirong, if a great battle happens, don’t act rashly. Your life is the priority."

Lu Yan grabbed Zhao Sirong’s little hand and said.

Zhao Sirong blushed but didn’t refuse, she let Lu Yan hold it and gently nodded, saying, "Don’t worry, I haven’t gotten you yet. I can’t die."

Cough, cough...

Lu Yan coughed awkwardly a few times, quickly changing the subject and asked about Zhao Sirong’s past few years.

Zhao Sirong’s past was actually very simple. She had been cultivating hard in Taizhou for these years and occasionally disguised herself to go out and practice. There were no major twists and turns.

After chatting with Zhao Sirong for a while, and settling Zhao Sirong and the others, Lu Yan returned to the practice room and continued to practice in Thunder Sea.

As time passed, day by day.

The Da Zhou Dynasty dispatched an army of one and a half million men, dividing it into three routes from left to right and marching straight towards the Martial Alliance.

They faced no obstacles along the way until they reached the foot of Wu Mountain.

"Activate the Formation!"

Atop Wu Mountain, countless Wish Patterns emerged within hundreds of miles, turning into a massive formation that enveloped the area.

Aside from the Array Masters, who were laying out the formation, all the Martial Arts armies of the Martial Alliance, the Mansion of King Ming, and the Dongfang Family - a total of 900,000 men, were mobilized into battle formations to prepare for the enemy.

Looking down at the vast army at the foot of the mountain, everyone’s bodies were tense, and many of those who had little battle experience were breathing rapidly due to the tension.

"Charge!"

A roar echoed from the troops of the Da Zhou Dynasty.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

An array of figures ascended into the air, traversing through Lingkong Xudu, flying towards Wu Mountain from various parts of the army.

The number was shocking, at least reaching the thousands.

Many people’s pupils contracted, utterly horrified.

Those capable of traversing Lingkong Xudu must have at least reached the cultivation level of the True Body Four Transforms.

In other words, the cultivation level of these thousands of people had all reached at least the True Body Four Transforms, with no shortage of Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators present.

Not to mention ordinary Martial Arts warriors, even Chu Tianjiao, Chu Long, and the chief of the Dongfang Family Dongfang Ao, had never seen so many masters in action before.

So many masters setting out together, their aura covered the earth and sky, like an endless ocean pressing down on Wu Mountain.

Whoo, whoo, whoo...

In the next moment, thousands of masters attacked simultaneously, launching a wave of attacks.

Sword edges, Sword Qi, fist power, palm prints...

Boom!

The thousands of attacks rained down on Wu Mountain’s large formation, causing it to shake violently. Like a candle in the wind, it swayed and almost fell.

At the core of the formation, an Eight Diagrams Map hung over Zuo Yun’s head. He fully stimulated the formation, but his face was pale.

The formation of Wu Mountain, which had been continually strengthened by Zuo Yun, was already very strong.

After his master arrived, he repaired many flaws, improving the formation, giving it more power.

If it weren’t for these enhancements, that initial attack alone could have broken the formation.

Suddenly, a figure landed in front of Zuo Yun.

"Master."

Zuo Yun’s eyes lit up.

"Let your teacher handle things."

Zuo Yun’s master stood by him, both hands quickly moving, causing numerous Wish Patterns to appear and be woven into the array.

Under Zuo Yun’s master’s manipulation, the formation’s light flourished greatly, immediately stabilizing, and blocking all the attacks.

"Attack again."

A leading general from the Da Zhou Dynasty roared again.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

An array of attacks poured towards Wu Mountain like a relentless torrent, but in the end, they were all blocked by the great formation.

Continuous attacks hit the array more than a dozen times but failed to break it down.

Back of the Da Zhou Dynasty forces.

The emperor of the Da Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Yuandao, was there.

However, his attire was very ordinary.

Wearing regular military armor, a few ministers by his side also dressed likewise, mixed among the army. No one could tell that it was the Emperor of Da Zhou.

The news about the four Immortal Lords attacking Wu Mountain hadn’t spread from Xian Ruins.

However, as not an ordinary person, Zhou Yuandao, with numerous spies nearby Wushan, he had been informed about the epic battles that had taken place in Wushan.

As for the Fairy Ruins, the Fairy Ruins and Spirit Sect motivated his attack on Wushan.

He had a keen sense that this was no trivial matter.

Now that he is the illustrious Emperor of the Da Zhou Dynasty, a priceless existence, he did not wish to take risks.

Therefore, he adopted such a disguise.

"A full-on strong assault isn’t the solution. Give the order, have the experts from every major power who are proficient in wish patterns to step forward, seek the flaws in the Wushan Formation, and subtly break it."

Zhou Yuandao complied.

"Yes, sir!"

A minister nearby received the order and swiftly departed.

The military order was swiftly disseminated throughout the army.

The powerful individuals retreated, and those experts skilled in wish patterns stepped forward and began to observe the formation.

The mentor of Zuo Yun, departing from the core of the formation, turned into a phantom and traversed all over Wushan. With a wave of his hand, array flags one after another flew out to embed themselves into the ground.

Each flagstick fell at a critical location.

Soon, a total of seventy-two array flags were installed all around Wushan.

Subsequently, Zuo Yun’s mentor returned to the core of the formation, forming incantations with his hands, and activated the array.

Instantly, from the seventy-two array flags emerged a dense array of wish patterns, perfectly merged with the formation of Wushan.

Such a method left all the Array Masters of the major powers dumbfounded.

"Who is this person? The level he has reached with wish patterns is truly unthinkable."

"Never seen before."

"We better hurry and break this formation."

The Array Masters focused, trying to find a flaw in the formation.

However, soon beads of sweat started appearing on their foreheads.

They couldn’t breach it.

They utterly couldn’t see through the formation of Wushan.

In their eyes, the Wushan Formation was perfect and flawless, with no weakness to be exploited.

How could this be?

All formations have their flaws.

In the world, flawless formations are rare.

The only reason they perceived it to be flawless was that their mastery was inadequate.

The Array Masters stared for a long time, yet failed to find any weakness.

"Useless creatures."

Zhou Yuandao roared angrily, his face turning unsightly.

"If breaking it is not possible, then launch an aggressive attack. What are you dithering for?"

Suddenly a long cry came from the sky as a violet Da Peng swooped down and pounced towards the great formation of Wushan.

Whoosh whoosh!

The wings of the violet Da Peng flapped at high speed, the power of law in operation transformed into an extremely powerful violet blade of light, swooping down on the formation.

A loud rumbling sound!

The formation started to hum intensely.

"The Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit."

The faces of many within Wushan changed.

This violet Da Peng’s strength reached the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, extremely terrifying.

ROAR!

Elsewhere, a gold lion appeared, its body golden and as big as a mountain, its mane floating in the wind, looking like a burning golden flame.

With a roar, the space in front of it started to violently vibrate, transforming it into a terrifying shock wave that bombarded the formation.

Yet another immortal with the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit.

Immediately following, a grey giant wolf appeared, reaching its claws out to strike at the formation.

A python, a giant ape...

One by one, their massive immortals emerged, each executing their fearsome attacks.

There were three immortals with the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, and seven with the Sixth Rotation of the Yuan Spirit.

Other than these ten immortals, a black sun from the Spirit Sect, called the Dark Sun Saint Envoy, who was also a powerful being of the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, pressed towards the formation.

With so many powerful beings launching an attack at once, the might was earth-shattering, the Wushan Formation, despite being masterminded by Zuo Yun’s mentor, it still shook intensely, causing the entire Wushan to tremble violently.

Many people drew in a cold breath.

Under the onslaught of so many masters, the Wushan Formation would not hold up for long.

"We must try to prevent them from breaking the formation."

The head of the Dongfang Family, Dongfang Ao, turned his gaze towards that figure on the peak of Wushan.

Lin Yan, always seated atop Wushan, eyes tightly shut, did not wake up.

If not for the life signs coming out, one might even think that he had fallen.

"You can’t let Lin Yan step in. Once he does, his body might fall apart, then, without his intimidation, without him joining the Battle of Immortals, we will have no power to resist them."

Chu Tianjiao said.

"So, can Alliance leader Lu step in?"

Dongfang Ao asked again.

Chu Tianjiao still shook his head, "Alliance leader Lu is now focusing on his cultivation, challenging a new realm. He is our hope; we can’t disturb his breakthrough."

"Their opponents are Fairy Ruins and Spirit Sect joining forces. We can’t rely on them for every little thing. We can handle anything below the join.

However, many remained silent.

Can they do it?

Of the mere ten immortals, there are three with the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit, plus seven with the Sixth Rotation of the Yuan Spirit.

Immortals with the Sixth Rotation of the Yuan Spirit have combat powers equivalent to the ordinary world’s supreme powers.

In addition, there is also the Dark Sun Saint Envoy.

Plus the high-ranked fighters from Da Zhou Dynasty, people like Zhou Yuandao haven’t even made a move yet.

How can they resist?

"Fight it. Don’t know if it can’t be resisted if we don’t fight. Death wouldn’t be that bad."

Chu Tianjiao held the war sword, his sword’s will shooting into the sky. The next moment, he transformed into a ray of sword light, shooting straight out of the formation, piercing towards the Violet Peng of the Seventh Transformation of the Primordial Spirit.