Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 207

Clearly, this formation can not only trap Immortal Sovereigns but also kill them!

Upon realizing this feature, Xue Wuhen felt a rush of panic, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Mingye smirked smugly, “The Immortal Trapping and Demon Slaughtering Formation not only serves to imprison but can transform into an ultimate killing array that obliterates all beings within it!”

“When I activate the second phase, you indigenous folks are all done for! Not a single one will be spared!”

At his words, the cultivators immediately panicked, driven by survival instinct to attack frantically, unleashing their magical treasures and techniques against the green light curtain.

Countless treasures and spells bombarded it, erupting in thunderous explosions.

“I want out! I want out!”

“What kind of pathetic trick is this?!”

“Damn it, if I had known, I wouldn’t have come! I was duped!”

…

Seeing this scene, all the beings from the Underworld erupted in uproarious laughter, their hearts filled with delight.

The earlier panic and despair had vanished, replaced by schadenfreude, an eager eagerness to watch the spectacle.

Weren’t you all so cocky just a moment ago?

Coming to our territory to wreak havoc?

Now what?

Keep killing, come on!

King Dāngyōu clapped his hands in laughter, feeling immensely satisfied, “Lord Divine Messenger, I truly admire you! Please, do hasten to crush them all within this formation.”

“I can, but first your people will need to assist me,” Mingye’s eyes flickered with a cold glint, his tone laden with meaning.

“What?” King Dāngyōu sensed something was wrong as he saw Mingye’s five companions start to move, reaching for the lives in the royal city.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!!!

Millions of beings, who moments ago were filled with joy, were suddenly seized by the five immortals and crushed in their grasp.

The sky turned red with a mist of blood, as countless souls wailed, the winds whistling ominously—a truly terrifying sight.

The remaining tens of thousands of Underworld beings were left in a daze, shaken and trembling on the ground, their eyes filled with fear.

They couldn’t comprehend why the Divine Messengers suddenly turned to attack their lives!

“Why…”

Seeing most of his kin being extinguished, King Dāngyōu felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes nearly popping out.

His emotions were a mix of fear, anger, and sorrow.

He gritted his teeth, facing the smirking Mingye, “Divine Messenger, what have my people done to deserve such treatment?”

Mingye’s smile was intriguing, “I told you, I need their help.”

“Help?”

King Dāngyōu was puzzled—what kind of help was this?

Suddenly, he was astonished to see numerous blood-colored auras surging into the Immortal Trapping and Demon Slaughtering Formation.

Swish!

The originally jade-green curtain suddenly turned blood-red, as if soaked in thick blood, emanating a wild, ferocious, twisted, and eerie terror.

“In order to activate the second phase of this formation, a massive amount of life energy is required, so they shall serve as the sacrificial offerings,” Mingye said casually.

Once his companions completed their task, they burst into sharp, piercing laughter, as if the slaughter had given them great pleasure.

“Oh, my kin!” the surviving high-ranking members of various races cried out in anguish.

In the blink of an eye, millions of Underworld beings were reduced to just a few tens of thousands.

This change happened so quickly, like a tornado, that they found it hard to accept the reality.

King Dāngyōu gritted his teeth, his body trembling with rage.

Because a large portion of his own kin was gone, many of whom were even directly related to him.

Hearing their piercing laughter, King Dāngyōu deeply realized that the Underworld races were merely livestock for the Underworld, to be slaughtered without a second thought.

Mingye noticed King Dāngyōu’s unpleasant expression and coldly snorted,

“What’s that look? I previously made it clear that when they act, each race must retain some beings to ensure their lineage survives. Don’t look at this scant number now. In countless millennia, the Underworld’s hundred races will flourish again.”

“I’m thinking of the races, and you still hold a grudge?!”

His words were both reasonable and logically compelling.

King Dāngyōu’s eyelid twitched, feeling extremely stifled inside.

But there’s nothing to be done; the path was chosen, and he had to walk it, even if it meant kneeling down.

Moreover, hearing his analysis made it sound somewhat reasonable!

“Thank you for your generosity, Divine Messenger! The hundred races of the Underworld are deeply grateful!” King Dāngyōu forced a smile, bowing respectfully.

“Just a trivial matter,” Mingye waved his hand dismissively.

Looking at King Dāngyōu’s constipated expression, Wan Changwei felt a surge of satisfaction, serving him right for backstabbing me!

At the same time, he was greatly terrified by the immortals’ cold-hearted methods.

The millions of slain Underworld beings, though mostly weak, included some powerful ones at the Transformation Stage, yet in the hands of these few immortals, they posed no resistance and were easily obliterated.

Even a few million pigs would take ages to be slaughtered, right?

And yet they just died—swiftly and inexplicably.

At this moment, Wan Changwei felt an unprecedented recognition of the saying that beneath immortals, all are ants.

How true that was!

Boom…

After absorbing that immense life energy, the Immortal Trapping and Demon Slaughtering Formation smoothly activated its second phase.

The aura of the formation grew violently turbulent, with bloodthirsty red lights flickering inside, looking particularly horrifying.

“It’s over, we’re done for.” Countless cultivators wore despair on their faces, filled with fear of death and deep regret.

Xue Wuhen’s face turned pale, hair standing on end. Guided by his instincts as an immortal, he sensed a great killing intent about to descend.

But what could be done now?

This was a formation capable of trapping and killing Immortal Sovereigns!

After all, immortals have ranks, namely True Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Profound Immortal, and only on the fourth level is there an Immortal Sovereign.

As a fresh True Immortal, Xue Wuhen was like nothing compared to high-ranking Immortal Sovereigns!

If even the Immortal Sovereign was doomed, how could he expect to survive?

“This time, it’s not just me; even Senior Ye is going to fall.” Xue Wuhen sighed to the heavens, his tone filled with sorrow.

“No…”

At that moment, the Eastern Domain allied forces were plunged into fear, many cultivators on the verge of losing control, either shouting wildly or crying uncontrollably.

They didn’t want to die in such a pitiful manner.

“Haha, welcome death!”

Wan Changwei laughed excitedly, feeling completely refreshed as if every pore in his body was stretching, soaring like he was about to transcend to immortality.

Revenge is sweet, a humiliation avenged!

The Yuhua Sect cultivators were all chuckling in delight, watching with an attitude of amusement.

“Why, why is this happening?” Princess Mingyue’s eyes were red from crying, tears streaming down her face, her heart filled with despair.

Li Wujie gritted his teeth, bloodshot eyes filled with rage, “Am I really going to die like this…”

He hadn’t even fulfilled his grand ambition to become the number one sword master yet!

“Is my rise to greatness really ending here?” Hong Qianye murmured, standing there like a wooden statue, unable to accept this brutal reality.

After all, the fate of all the immortals in the Kunlun Realm who entered this formation was a single outcome—death!

How could they turn it around?

There was simply no chance!

Because of his fear of offending Mingye, King Dāngyōu had to shift all his hatred towards the human cultivators, screaming hysterically: “You all go die! This is the price for invading the Underworld! Hahaha…”

“That’s right! It’s all your fault! You deserve to die!!” The remaining tens of thousands of Underworld beings yelled in anger, their eyes nearly spilling over with hatred.

Shifting all blame onto the human race.

How ironic!

Mingye thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of controlling others’ fate, listening to the countless cries of despair from the Eastern Domain cultivators, feeling deeply satisfied.

“Ye Junlin, let me see your powerless face now,”

Against this usual rival who repeatedly opposed him, Mingye felt a sense of accomplishment akin to finally capturing a fierce prey, eagerly anticipating the despair on his opponent’s face in these final moments.

When he refocused on that young man again, Mingye was suddenly stunned.