Under the command of Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan, the members of the Howling Sky Sect swiftly formed a battle formation.
Instantly, the sky shimmered with light, runes intertwined, like a mysterious and magnificent scroll slowly unfolding.
The experts at the Great Ascension and Tribulation Transcending stages unleashed their spiritual power, responding in unison with the elders.
Their expressions were solemn and focused, their hands rapidly forming hand seals, their mouths chanting incantations. Streams of spiritual power surged from their palms, converging in the air into various strange shapes, some like sharp swords, others like giant pythons, roaring towards Fang Xian.
Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan went all out, radiating the terrifying pressure of True Immortal stage experts, their faces cold and stern.
Elder Tianqiong raised her hands high, letting out a delicate shout, and a golden pillar of light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Elder Tianlan waved her jade-like hand lightly, and shimmering snowflakes danced in the air, instantly transforming into sharp ice blades that followed the golden beam of light, attacking Fang Xian.
However, Fang Xian remained calm, a faint smile still playing on his lips.
His figure flashed, weaving through the attacks like a ghost; the seemingly invincible spells didn't even touch the hem of his robes.
He gently raised his hand, and an invisible barrier instantly appeared, blocking all the attacks. Then, with a light wave, the spells vanished like bubbles in the air.
Seeing this, Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes.
They simultaneously produced an ancient token and chanted an incantation.
In an instant, the world changed color, a gale howled, and the Howling Sky Sect's protective formation—the "Howling Sky Annihilation Formation"—was finally activated.
Within the grand formation, countless beams of light shot skyward, forming a massive light barrier that completely enveloped Fang Xian.
Runes flickered on the light barrier, radiating a chilling pressure.
The space surrounding the formation distorted, as if it might be torn apart by this powerful force at any moment.
The cultivators watching from the periphery paled, their faces filled with shock and fear.
"A formation set up by two True Immortal Realm experts in conjunction with numerous other masters is truly terrifying."
"Such power, even a Golden Immortal Realm expert would likely find it difficult to withstand!"
"Indeed, the Xiaotian Sect's protective formation lives up to its reputation; Fang Xian is doomed today!"
However, to everyone's surprise, Fang Xian remained unharmed within this terrifying formation.
He stood quietly within the light barrier, his body radiating a faint golden light, completely deflecting the powerful attacks.
His eyes showed no fear, but rather a hint of mockery.
Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, utterly incredulous.
They couldn't understand why this incredibly powerful formation had no effect on Fang Xian.
Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan gritted their teeth, their beautiful eyes wide, and roared in unison. Their spiritual energy surged forth without restraint, like two raging rivers of spiritual power, pouring madly into the formation.
The immense spiritual energy caused their hair to fly wildly and their clothes to flutter violently. Every surge of spiritual energy carried their boundless anger and resentment.
"Give it your full power! Kill him!"
Elder Tianqiong's voice was sharp and mournful, echoing across the battlefield.
The experts of the Xiaotian Sect dared not slacken their efforts, each mobilizing all their spiritual power.
The Mahayana stage experts' foreheads bulged with veins, their faces flushed red, their hands frantically forming hand seals, continuously channeling spiritual power into the grand formation.
The Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators also exerted their utmost strength. Although their spiritual power was not as great as that of the Mahayana stage cultivators, their combined power was not to be underestimated.
In an instant, the entire city was enveloped in dense spiritual power, the air filled with a pungent aura of spiritual energy fluctuations.
As spiritual power continued to pour in, the light of the formation grew increasingly dazzling, blinding people.
The already terrifying formation now possessed an even more overwhelming power.
Huge runes flashed and expanded in the air, emitting deafening roars.
The space around the formation seemed to be arbitrarily kneaded and distorted by an invisible hand, black spatial rifts constantly appearing and disappearing.
The destructive aura, like a raging tsunami, spread wildly in all directions.
The entire block was terrified by this terrifying force; screams and cries filled the air as people scattered like frightened birds.
Chaos reigned in the streets; shops were knocked over, and goods were scattered everywhere.
However, at the center of this terrifying magic array, Fang Xian remained calm and composed.
He hovered silently in the air, his black robe billowing in the wind, seemingly incongruous with the surrounding violent power.
The magic array's power, strong enough to destroy everything, vanished silently upon him, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
A faint black light enveloped Fang Xian, forming an impenetrable shield that repelled all attacks.
His eyes were calm and profound, carrying a hint of mockery, as if he were looking at a group of futilely struggling ants.
Fang Xian hovered silently in mid-air, his aura chilling. He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a jet-black substance, yet seemingly containing endless light, surged—the terrifying power of chaos.
This power seemed to possess the force of creation itself; even a mere glimpse caused cracks to appear in the surrounding space, like a shattered mirror, accompanied by a hissing sound.
With a low shout, Fang Xian suddenly exerted his strength, pushing the chaotic power in his hand towards the Howling Sky Sect's formation.
In an instant, the chaotic power, like a meteor carrying an aura of destruction, crashed into the formation with unstoppable force.
The originally dazzling light of the magic array dimmed instantly under the impact of the chaotic power, and the huge runes shattered after flashing a few times.
The entire magic array, like a building whose foundation has been shaken, began to sway precariously.
A deafening roar rang out, and the magic array completely collapsed. The powerful backlash, like a surging tide, instantly engulfed Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan.
The two elders screamed in agony, flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground, crimson blood spilling from their mouths.
Their clothes were torn, their hair disheveled, and their once beautiful faces were now filled with pain and terror.
"This...what kind of power is this?"
Elder Tianlan's voice trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Elder Tianqiong struggled to lift his head, looking at Fang Xian floating in the air, his eyes filled with shock and fear.
"It's the power of chaos! The legendary strongest power!"
Her voice carried a hint of despair.
"Could he be the Supreme Divine Body—the Chaos Body?"
"Just who is he?"
The disciples of the Howling Sky Sect were also stunned by this scene, their magical treasures falling from their hands.
They had never seen such terrifying power. Before this power, they felt so small and powerless.
The entire battlefield was deathly silent, only the aftershocks of the dissipating chaotic power still rippled slightly in the air.
Fang Xian's eyes swept over the world with disdain, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Now, submit to me."