klisemfg Chapter 195 Breaking the Formation and Startling the Spirit, the Cub is in Sight
Chapter 195 Breaking the Formation and Startling the Spirit, the Cub is in Sight
The roar echoed through the valley, making people's eardrums buzz.
Zhuang Yu gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly; her fingertips were icy cold, yet they conveyed a firm strength.
The thick fog surged and billowed, like a giant beast baring its fangs and claws, ready to devour them.
Wang Yao's hands trembled slightly. Zhuang Yu sensed her unease and pulled her closer, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His eyes were as firm as a rock, as if no danger could shake his determination to protect Wang Yao.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face; you could only vaguely make out the figures of a few people nearby.
The fishy smell in the air was even stronger, with a hint of metallic rust, which was nauseating.
The wet, slippery ground beneath my feet seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
"Boom!"
A loud bang was followed by a dazzling bolt of lightning that pierced the thick fog, illuminating the scene ahead.
Beneath their feet, a massive array suddenly appeared, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell.
In the center of the formation, arcs of electricity crackled and hissed, sending chills down one's spine.
Lightning strikes!
Zhuang Yu's heart sank. This formation was based on the power of lightning and was extremely powerful. If one was not careful, he would be struck by lightning and turned to ashes.
He turned to look at True Monarch Qingyan and his disciples, and saw that they had a faint, almost imperceptible sneer on their faces and a gleam of schadenfreude in their eyes.
"Hmph, trying to use someone else to do their dirty work?" Zhuang Yu sneered inwardly. How could he not see what these two were up to?
They wanted him to scout ahead first, weaken his strength, and then reap the benefits.
A surge of anger burned within Zhuang Yu. He gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly. "Want to see me make a fool of myself? Just wait and see!" He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the lightning array before him, and began to carefully observe the patterns and direction of the array.
"Heh, overestimating yourself." True Monarch Qingyan sneered in a low voice, his eyes full of contempt.
Zhuang Yu ignored him, his entire attention focused on the lightning strike array.
He knew that to break this formation, he had to find the core of the formation.
"Crack!" Another bolt of lightning struck, just a few steps away from Zhuang Yu.
"Zhuang Yu, watch out!" Wang Yao exclaimed.
Zhuang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he swayed slightly, dodging the lightning bolt.
He thought to himself, "The attacks from this lightning strike array are getting more and more intense; I must find the array's core as soon as possible..."
His eyes shone brightly as he scanned every detail of the formation, trying to find the pattern within...
"The patterns on this formation seem to be..."
Zhuang Yu's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned the intricate patterns beneath his feet.
Dark blue arcs of electricity leaped within the array patterns, like venomous snakes flicking their tongues in danger.
Each flash of the formation was accompanied by a low rumble of thunder, making one's chest feel tight.
The air was filled with the smell of burning, the marks left by the grass and trees that had been struck by lightning.
He took a deep breath, trying to find a pattern in the chaotic patterns.
"Om-"
With a thought, Zhuang Yu entered the mysterious space.
The vast starry sky unfolded before his eyes, with countless stars twinkling with mysterious light.
He quickly searched the space for information about the lightning strike formation, and soon, an ancient book appeared before him: "The Complete Book of Formations".
Turning the pages, the record of lightning strikes came into view.
He quickly browsed through them.
"I see……"
Zhuang Yu returned to reality, a confident smile appearing on his lips.
He has found a solution.
He began to move according to the methods recorded in "The Complete Book of Formations," his steps seemingly random, yet containing hidden secrets.
Lightning bolts rained down from the sky, but he skillfully dodged them all.
His figure weaved through the lightning strikes like a butterfly in flight, elegant and composed.
Master Qingyan and his disciples watched in stunned silence.
They originally thought Zhuang Yu was doomed, but they never expected him to deal with the lightning strikes so easily.
Qingyan Zhenjun's face was terribly gloomy. He hadn't expected that this seemingly unremarkable young man would have such abilities.
"Master, this kid is a bit strange..." Xiao Hong swallowed.
"Hmph! No matter how wicked he is, he can't escape my grasp!" True Monarch Qingyan sneered.
Seeing this, Xiao Hong had a sudden thought, and a wicked plan emerged in his mind.
Taking advantage of Zhuang Yu's inattention, he secretly launched a hidden weapon and shot it towards Zhuang Yu's back.
The hidden weapon was extremely fast and silent, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
However, Zhuang Yu was already prepared.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he dodged to the side just as the hidden weapon was about to hit him, and then unleashed a burst of spiritual energy with his backhand.
"what!"
Xiao Hong screamed as she was struck by spiritual energy, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Little Red!" Qingyan Zhenjun was furious upon seeing this, glaring fiercely at Little Red. "You good-for-nothing, more trouble than you're worth!"
Zhuang Yu ignored them and focused his gaze back on the lightning strike array.
He knew that now was not the time to let his guard down.
He took a deep breath and continued to decipher the formation...
His movements became more and more skillful, and his speed increased, while the light of the lightning strike array began to gradually dim...
"Click——"
With a crisp sound, a crack appeared in the center of the lightning strike array...
"Not good! He's about to break the formation!" True Monarch Qingyan's expression changed drastically. "Stop him quickly!"
Zhuang Yu's movements became increasingly fluid, as if he had become one with the lightning strike array.
The pale blue arcs of electricity danced around him, but they were like obedient sprites, no longer posing a threat to him.
His every step was incredibly precise, landing precisely on the nodes of the array and triggering a resonance within the array patterns.
The originally violent lightning bolts now seemed to be accompanying him, roaring like war drums, announcing his victory.
Sweat soaked his clothes, but he was oblivious, his eyes fixed on the gleaming array core.
He stretched out his hand, his palm gathering powerful spiritual energy, and slowly pushed it toward the center of the formation.
A low hum resounded, and the entire lightning strike array trembled violently.
The pale blue light suddenly contracted, eventually converging into a single point before disappearing completely.
The lightning strike formation is broken!
"Zhuang Yu, you're amazing!" Wang Yao cheered and ran to Zhuang Yu's side, her eyes full of admiration and love.
She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Looking at the concerned face before him, Zhuang Yu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
He held Wang Yao's hand, feeling the softness and warmth of her palm, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
"I said, I will protect you."
Wang Yao's cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, Zhuang Yu."
The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
Suddenly, a chilling laugh shattered the warm atmosphere.
"Hehe, congratulations on breaking the formation, but the real show has only just begun..."
Seeing Zhuang Yu break through the formation, Qingyan Zhenjun and his disciples hurriedly stepped into it as well.
However, without Zhuang Yu's guidance, the lightning strike formation returned to its previous perilous state.
The dark blue arc of electricity, like a wildly dancing silver snake, lashed down with abandon.
"Ah!" Xiao Hong screamed as she was struck by lightning. Her body was charred black, and her hair stood on end, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.
He scrambled to his feet, smelling of burnt roasted meat.
The situation of True Monarch Qingyan is not much better.
Although he was a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage, he could not withstand the dense lightning strikes.
His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and there were still some dirt on his face. Where was his previous dignified and otherworldly appearance?
"Zhuang Yu! You are despicable! Why won't you tell us how to break this!" Qingyan Zhenjun roared, his voice hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
He glared fiercely at Zhuang Yu, his eyes blazing with fury, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yu sneered, "True Lord Qingyan, have you forgotten? Who was it that wanted to use someone else to kill and reap the benefits? Now you're blaming me? How utterly ridiculous!" His tone was icy, carrying a hint of mockery, like a sharp knife piercing True Lord Qingyan's heart.
“You…” True Monarch Qingyan trembled with anger, yet he was powerless to refute her.
He harbored resentment in his heart, but he could only swallow his anger and suffer in silence.
Just as the two were about to clash, a powerful pressure suddenly descended, enveloping the entire valley.
The air seemed to freeze, making it difficult to breathe.
"Who is it?!" True Monarch Qingyan's expression changed drastically, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He looked around warily but found nothing.
Thick fog billowed, and a gigantic figure slowly emerged.
It was tall, like a small mountain, and its whole body radiated a golden light.
Its exact appearance was obscured; all that could be seen were a pair of scarlet eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps, flickering with a chilling light in the thick fog.
Guardian Spirit!
It slowly opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar: "Those who trespass on this forbidden area shall die!" The sound was like thunder, echoing through the valley and making people's eardrums buzz.
A powerful pressure emanated from the guardian spirit, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
True Monarch Qingyan's face turned deathly pale.
"Run!" he cried out, turning to flee.
However, it's too late.
The guardian spirit has come to life.