Breaking the Formation (2)

The bald man sighed and said with concern, "I didn't expect the Moulan people to be so careful. Although we killed the spell warriors, they didn't seem to have suffered any critical hit. We'll have to face them head-on. Brother Ma, you used the Heaven Concealment Flag to cover half of the mountain. Is your magic power holding up?"

The old man twirled his beard and nonchalantly said, "I deliberately preserved a portion of my magic power. It may not be enough to break through the enemy, but it should be enough to hold back a Moulan Sage."

The bald man solemnly said, "That's good. Let Fellow Daoist Han and I deal with the other enemies. Fellow Daoist Bu should have recovered a bit of his vitality. I've already instructed my subordinates to call out Brother Bu, who's still resting, if the situation is dire."

"That's the only way, but that huge beast is going to be quite troublesome to deal with, and we won't be able to divert our attention to deal with it. Core Formation cultivators won't be able to deal with it," the old man said with a hesitant expression as he used his spiritual sense to check the huge beast outside the formation.

"Cough! There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we don't have enough manpower, so we'll have to let the Murong Brothers use the restriction formation to hold them back for now. Their lightning-attribute cultivation arts are the most lethal among Core Formation cultivators, so no matter how tough the beast's skin is, it should still have some effect." The large man didn't seem very confident in himself. After all, the two of them had heard from the defeated cultivators how fearsome the beast was.

"That's all we can do for now." The old man nodded with a hint of worry in his eyes.

At that moment, azure light flashed from within the green mist, following which a streak of light shot forth. After circling around for a moment, it seemed to have discovered the two of them and flew over.

"Fellow Daoists, it seems that the Moulans are really going to attack. Have you made arrangements to resist the enemy?" Han Li asked with a smile after the green light disappeared around his body.

"Brother Han, you've come at the right time. We've just had a discussion, and we're preparing to…" The bald man repeated what he had just said with a smile.

Han Li's brows furrowed for a moment before he immediately relaxed, and he said, "A huge beast? That thing is quite troublesome to deal with. It's a variant that only existed in ancient times. I wonder where the Moulans found it. Let's do as you say, Fellow Daoist Lu."

The bald man chuckled and respectfully said, "We'll have to rely on Brother Han's abilities in this battle."

When Han Li heard this, he rubbed his nose and calmly said, "This concerns the safety of the entire Heavenly South Region, so I will naturally do my best. However, I fear that the enemy is too powerful for me to handle."

Since he had already revealed his true strength, Han Li didn't continue to be modest.

Old Man Ma smiled and respectfully said, "If Brother Han isn't a match for them, then it won't be my fault. I'm sure the others in the alliance won't say anything."

Han Li glanced at the old man with a faint smile. "Brother Ma truly thinks too highly of me. My abilities aren't as profound as you think. Please don't hold your hopes too high."

"Hehe, no matter what, Brother Han isn't an ordinary early-Nascent Soul cultivator, and your abilities are far beyond that of Fellow Daoist Ma and I. In this battle… Eh? The Moulans are starting to attack." The bald man also wanted to build a good relationship with Han Li, but he had only spoken half of his sentence when his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly looked into the distance.

When Han Li and the old man heard this, their expressions stirred as they looked on.

In the direction of the spell warrior army, there was a faint red light shining, and a red cloud of fire covered the sky in the distance. Within the red cloud, there were several tens of huge fireballs that resembled scorching suns taking shape.

"What is this?" Old Man Ma was clearly seeing this scene for the first time and asked with astonishment.

The bald man gloomily explained, "This is the spell warrior's Spirit Technique Formation. It can be used by many spell warriors, who replace formation flags and plates to quickly establish a spell formation. However, it normally requires a high grade spell warrior to preside over the grand spell formation. Judging from the size of the fireballs, it is likely that the fire-attribute spell warrior from yesterday was the one presiding over it."

"Spirit Technique Formation!" Old Man Ma muttered with an astonished expression. Although he wanted to ask more, he knew this wasn't the right time, so he remained silent.

Han Li withdrew his gaze and calmly said, "The three of us will enter the formation and act accordingly. Before we fight the Nascent Soul cultivators, we will kill as many low-grade spell warriors as we can."

"Good!"

The old man and the bald man naturally had no objections.

As a result, the bald man summoned the other Core Formation cultivators and gave them instructions before leading them into the sea of mist. Huhng Ning was among them.

Han Li naturally sent a few words of advice through voice transmission.

Han Li then disappeared into the mist.

…

At this moment, a portion of the Moulan spell warriors had split into several tens of squads outside the sea of mist, forming a profound formation. They held fire-attribute magic tools in their hands and raised them above their heads to gather nearby fire-attribute spiritual Qi.

Over 1,000 feet above their heads, several tens of huge fireballs were surging and taking shape. They emitted scorching heat, roasting the spell warriors below until their mouths were parched and their ears were ringing. However, all of them were sweating profusely as they struggled to hold on.

Ku Yao was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the several tens of spell formations, his hair disheveled. He didn't move at all and was making strange hand seals with his two hands. There were six huge red banners slowly revolving around him, and the three-meter-long fire python was circling above his head. Its body shined with an extremely brilliant red light, stirring up waves of roiling fire clouds.

Not far away, the green-robed woman had already dismounted from the huge beast and was coldly watching Ku Yao's every move. The shriveled spell warrior half a step behind her was also watching the situation with great concern.

"Go!" Ku Yao suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted.

The six fire banners began to hum loudly at the same time, and six pillars of crimson light shot out from the banners, entering the six huge fireballs that were over 100 feet in size.

The six fireballs trembled as soon as they were sucked into the pillars of red light, and the flames on their surfaces suddenly grew to around 10 feet tall. Then, amidst the rumbling war drums, the fireballs smashed into the sea of mist like huge meteors, forming a straight line as if they were trying to forcefully open a path.

With so many spell warriors casting spells at once, the power of the fireballs was truly no small matter.

Even though the Nine Nations Union's spell formation masters had meticulously set up the Fire Dragon Mountain's sea of mist, the moment the fireballs came into contact with the green mist, a few earth-shattering explosions erupted and several hundred-meter-tall pillars of fire broke through the mist. A gust of hot wind swept past, blowing away the nearby mist in the blink of an eye.

Although green and yellow restrictions lit up all around them, they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, unable to stop it in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, six huge circles had appeared in this sea of mist. The mist within them had completely disappeared, and it was extremely spacious.

A cold light flashed through the green-robed woman's eyes as she flipped her hand, and a golden circle appeared in her hand.

She raised her hand, and the circle transformed into a streak of golden light that shot toward the huge rhinoceros that was already standing at the edge of the sea of mist.

With a clear ring, the golden ring accurately latched onto the huge rhino's blue horn.

Then, it suddenly tightened and took root at the base of the huge horn, causing it to shine with blinding golden light.

It was unknown whether the golden light had provoked it or if the green-robed woman had done something else, but the huge rhino's green eyes suddenly turned as red as blood, and it let loose a thunderous roar as it stamped its foot on the blue cloud and charged into the sea of mist.

A short moment later, beast roars erupted from within the sea of mist as yellow and green light erupted.

The green-robed woman's cold voice resounded through the entire sky, "Let's go in. Sage Ku will continue to use his fire spirit techniques to destroy the restrictions down below. In today's battle, we must destroy this formation." The spell warrior army that had been on standby for a long time cheered and rushed into the green mist.

The green-robed woman indifferently said, "Let's go. When Sage Ku finishes casting his spell, he will follow us." White light flashed from her body and she shot forth as a streak of white light.

The shriveled spell warrior hastily responded before following after her as a streak of black light.

A short moment later, only a few hundred spell warriors remained in front of the sea of mist.

At that moment, the other fireballs in the sky fell into the sea of mist one by one under the guidance of Ku Yao's six flame banners, all of them lined up with the first six. Dozens of pillars of flame shot into the sky, directly destroying most of the restrictions on the line.

Ku Yao wildly laughed and stood up. He waved his hand at the surrounding cultivators and wordlessly transformed into a ball of raging flames before charging into the sea of mist.

When the other cultivators saw this, they also swarmed forward.

In an instant, over 1,000 spell warriors squeezed into the sea of mist, not to mention the hundreds of cultivators that were secretly controlling the restrictions and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

…

Han Li floated motionlessly in the sea of mist with his eyes closed. He had already donned his three-colored Gold Devouring Beetle Armor and was standing on a huge azure sword. Above his head, there was a three-meter-long cloud of golden beetles. However, all of the beetles within were sinister and vicious, and they appeared to be waiting to devour him.

Han Li's eyelids twitched a few times before he slowly opened his eyes with a hint of surprise on his face.

"As expected, there's a mid-Nascent Soul spell warrior inside, but how could she be a female spell warrior?" Han Li muttered to himself. After a moment of thought, he slapped his storage pouch and a set of formation tools appeared in his hand in a flash of light.

Han Li's body flashed, and in a short moment, he had set up the most powerful temporary formation from the formation tools he had brought with him.

"Silvermoon, come out." Han Li waved his sleeve and a small fox flew out, landing in front of him.

"I'll leave this Purple Cloudlace for you to use. Also, take the Ancient Flower Basket with you. This time, the opponent may be even more troublesome than Senior Sister Wan'er, so you have to be careful! If the opponent's abilities are truly powerful, there's no need to fight them head-on. You'll lure them here and use the restrictions of the sea of mist and my spell formation. If that still doesn't work, then forget about it. Let's withdraw and leave. There's no need to fight the enemy to the death," Han Li instructed with an unchanged expression.

With a flip of his hand, the Purple Cloudlace and the Ancient Flower Basket appeared in his hand, and he tossed them toward the little fox.