739 Breaking the Formation (1)

The green-robed woman smiled and coldly said, "There is no point in making wild guesses. With his cultivation, he should have a 70% to 80% chance of success. However, we have to prepare for the worst. He might've already been killed or captured. This is only a trap."

"Then Sage Le means…" Ku Yao was puzzled.

"Regardless of whether it's a trap or not, we're here to break the formation, so we'll just act according to our original plan. If we lose a few men, it'll be worth it to find out what's going on. What we can't afford to waste the most now is time. According to the new information we've received, the reinforcements from the other factions in the Heavenly South will only need two to three months to arrive and reinforce the Nine Nations Union. We have to eliminate the main force of the cultivators in Soaring Heavens City within a month so that we can seize the initiative. If we allow the reinforcements to join forces with the Nine Nations Union cultivators, even if we can defeat them, we'll be severely injured," the woman said in an unhurried manner.

"Then we'll do as Sage Le says." The shriveled spell warrior hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

As for Ku Yao, he didn't care about the life and death of a low-grade spell warrior, nor did he have any objections.

The woman nodded upon seeing this, and her red lips moved a few times before she sent a voice transmission to someone.

The army of cultivators immediately gathered nearly a hundred spell warriors dressed in the same attire. Under the lead of a Core Formation spell warrior, they slowly made their way to the top of Yellow Dragon Peak.

The hundred or so spell warriors turned into black dots and gradually entered the sea of mist. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.

As such, they each held their own magic tools and began to boldly fly towards the summit.

The 100 cultivators easily reached the top of the mountain without any obstructions. The shriveled spell warrior heaved a sigh of relief and happily said to the green-robed woman,

"It seems they've given up on this place. Let's have the others go in and search. They left in such a hurry. There must've been a lot of things they didn't take with them."

"Let's wait and see," the woman said in a cold voice.

The shriveled spell warrior was stunned and didn't say anything else.

At this moment, the hundred or so spell warriors had already begun to rummage through the half-burned pavilions and buildings, occasionally finding some spirit stones, materials, and other good items. These spell warriors were all beaming with joy and unceremoniously took these items for themselves before stuffing them into their storage pouches.

The spell warrior army was originally made up of Moulan tribes of all sizes. Apart from a few common goods such as warehouses and mines, the rest of the spoils would naturally belong to the individuals who found them.

Seeing this, the spell warrior army outside became restless again.

This was a rare opportunity to reap the spoils of war without having to fight to the death. It naturally caused the others to become restless and extremely envious.

Who knew how many good things would be hidden in such a large area of buildings?

"Master Le, look…"

After waiting for a while, the shriveled spell warrior and Ku Yao grew restless. Ku Yao also hesitantly spoke.

Since the two of them were in this group of spell warriors, most of them naturally came from their tribe. The Moulan Plains had always lacked cultivation resources, so they naturally didn't want to let go of this opportunity.

As for the first hundred spell warriors, they came from a small tribe that wasn't very strong. This should be enough.

The green-robed woman's expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't heard their words. However, her beautiful eyes unconsciously narrowed and became hazy.

Ku Yao and Han Li glanced at each other and hesitated for a moment before falling silent.

After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the hundred spell warriors had crossed a third of the mountaintop. At that moment, the woman finally spoke.

"The two of you will each send a hundred people into the mountain and destroy the remaining restrictions. I won't allow anyone else to enter until we've scanned the entire mountain with our spiritual senses."

"Yes, we'll do as Sage Le says." The two were overjoyed and hastily sent voice transmissions to their tribe's trusted disciples.

As a result, another 200 spell warriors rushed to the top of the mountain and began to rummage through it like wolves and tigers.

Old Man Ma's voice suddenly sounded from somewhere in the Yellow Dragon Mountains, "It seems these people are all. My magic power can't last much longer. Let's activate the restrictions."

"Cough! What a pity. Not a single Moulan Sage fell into the trap." The bald man sighed with regret.

However, not long after he said this, a series of rumbling sounds began to reverberate throughout the entire mountain.

At this moment, the three hundred spell warriors that were searching for treasures on the mountain had their expressions change drastically. Without needing anyone to command them, they immediately scattered and fled in all directions.

Three of the Core Formation spell warriors were naturally the fastest. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled over 100 feet.

However, no matter how fast they flew, it was impossible for them to escape from the formation.

Spiritual light of various colors appeared in the air above the mountain, and the mist that had disappeared in the surroundings surged out. In an instant, the green mist roiled and covered the sun, turning the vast area around the Yellow Dragon Mountain into a sea of mist.

When the shriveled spell warrior and Ku Yao saw this, their expressions turned extremely unsightly and even somewhat ashen.

As for the green-robed woman sitting on top of the huge beast, her gaze remained ice-cold, and her brows didn't even twitch.

"It really was a trap. What a pity. If Fellow Daoist Gu hadn't taken action, they would've been able to continue to conceal themselves and play a greater role," said the Le-surnamed girl heartlessly after watching for a while.

"Sage Le, the people inside…" Ku Yao clenched his fists and stared at the sea of mist, his eyes spitting fire.

One of the Core Formation cultivators that had just led the way was a direct descendant that he attached great importance to. He didn't think that the guy would fall into the enemy's grand formation.

In his anxiety, he couldn't help but think of rescuing them.

The green-robed woman glanced at Ku Yao and emotionlessly said, "Don't waste your time. With the abilities of a Nascent Soul cultivator, dealing with a few Core Formation cultivators in the formation will be a piece of cake. I fear they have already been exterminated."

Ku Yao's face changed several times and he fiercely said, "If that's the case, Sage Le, let me take the lead in breaking the formation! I will release the Fire Spirit Essence and break the formation in one breath. Then, I will turn the cultivators inside into ashes!"

The woman raised her brow and said, "Fire Spirit Essence? Alright, since you've made up your mind, I will have the giant rhinoceros cooperate with you. However, it is best to use your Fire Spirit Essence at a critical moment. In addition, pay more attention to the young cultivator who killed Sir Tian Ku. I suspect he is the cultivator who destroyed the Heavenly Wind Tribe's Sage Mu's body. If that is the case, his abilities are quite powerful and he uses an extremely strange blue devil flame. If you aren't careful, you will fall into his trap."

"The cultivator that destroyed Sage Mu's body? I heard that he possessed the legendary Lightning Movement Technique. Is that true?" The shriveled spell warrior's expression changed and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

A cold glint flashed from the woman's eyes as she proudly said, "Sage Wen, your cultivation arts are most vulnerable to close combat cultivators. Be careful and don't fight him. Let me deal with him. I cultivate the Soft Wind Technique and my speed is definitely not inferior to his lightning movement. Regardless of how powerful his devil flames and golden lightning are, they will be completely useless if I don't allow him to get close. As for other abilities, he is only an early Nascent Soul cultivator. Could he truly contend against me?"

The shriveled spell warrior felt his heart relax upon hearing this. It appeared he had great confidence in this green-robed woman. "That's fine. We'll have to deal with Sage Le. Sage Le is a sage that can contend against the Endless Sky Saintess of the Soaring Tribes. That person will be no match for her."

"Hmph, the Endless Sky Saintess!" When the woman heard the name of the Endless Sky Saintess, her expression immediately darkened.

When the shriveled spell warrior heard this, he was startled.

Only then did he recall that Sage Le was ashamed of her defeat at the hands of the Endless Sky Saintess. He had always loathed the mention of this matter.

"This… Actually…"

The shriveled spell warrior was about to say something else when the young woman suddenly waved her hand, and an indifferent expression returned to her face.

"Alright, breaking the formation is most important. There is no need to say anything else. Lay down the formation and attack!"

"Yes!" The shriveled spell warrior felt slightly relieved and agreed to Ku Yao's request.

…

"Plop!"

Somewhere in the sea of mist, a Core Formation spell warrior's headless body fell to the ground.

Not far away, a humanoid figure flashed through the dense fog, and Han Li's entire body was covered in azure light. He glanced at the corpse in the distance before waving his hand, and an azure streak of light circled above the corpse before flying back.

Han Li calmly took a few steps forward and picked up the spell warrior's storage pouch. After examining it, he revealed a disappointed expression.

There were only a few tattered items inside. There was nothing related to spirit techniques.

Han Li's brows furrowed. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Right at this moment, the sound of war drums suddenly rang out from outside the misty sea, and several astonishing Spiritual Qi fluctuations erupted from the battle drums.

Then, a beastly roar that sounded like muffled thunder shook the world, causing the green air in the sea of mist to churn on its own.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged as he swept his gaze past his surroundings before turning his gaze toward the sea beyond the mist with a pensive look in his eyes.

A short moment later, a cold smile appeared on his face as he raised his hand and released a crimson fireball, turning the corpse beneath him into ash. He then turned around and flew towards the center of the sea of mist.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the mist.

At the center of the sea of mist, the entire mountain had been strangely split into two. The first half of the mountain was still a ruined building with scorched walls, but the second half of the mountain was completely different. The pavilions were still intact. From time to time, cultivators would fly out from within and scatter throughout the sea of mist.

Old Man Ma and the bald man stood side by side in the air several hundred feet above the pavilion, looking in the direction of the spell warrior army with grave expressions.