Chapter 13330: A Powerful Formation

"What a powerful formation! It's worthy of being the Holy Temple of the Soul-Calming Palace. It lives up to its reputation." Long Yingtian's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at the holy patterns surrounding him.

These holy patterns were much more complex than any he had seen before, and each one contained unfathomable power, as if it was the most exquisite masterpiece between heaven and earth. He couldn't help but admire them secretly in his heart, and at the same time he understood more clearly how severe the challenge he faced was.

"You really went to great lengths to kill me." Long Yingtian's tone was cold, and he looked at the priests with doubt and disdain. Although these priests were wearing white robes, their identities made him suspicious.

"These priests should also be members of the Soul Clan, otherwise why would they go to such great lengths to deal with me?" He speculated in his heart.

"I'm afraid this holy pattern formation has reached the realm of the seventh-grade upper level. For you, setting up such a formation is by no means an easy task." Long Yingtian's voice was low and powerful. His words were full of recognition of the priests' strength, but at the same time revealed disdain and ridicule for them.

He knew that such a powerful formation would undoubtedly be a huge drain on the people who set it up, and might even affect their cultivation.

"I'm afraid the five of you have paid a great price for this battle. After this battle, your cultivation will probably regress a lot. You are willing to make such a great sacrifice. I really admire you."

There was a hint of sarcasm and contempt in Long Yingtian's tone, but his eyes flashed with an unyielding light. He knew very well that he was at a critical moment of life and death, but the pride and tenacity of a strong man made him never give in easily.

Not far away, the voice of Soul Clan leader Hun Huan was calm and deep, as if carrying the vicissitudes of a thousand years: "There is nothing we can do. Your Excellency is extremely powerful, and we naturally dare not underestimate you. In this world where the strong are respected, if we are not absolutely sure, we dare not easily attack you. After all, every battle may be a contest between life and death."

Hearing this, Long Yingtian curled up his lips into a cold smile, which contained both disdain and ridicule: "Humph, then you guys give it a try! Let's see if your so-called confidence can withstand the wrath of Long Yingtian!"

After saying this, Long Yingtian slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became deep and powerful, as if at this moment, he had some mysterious resonance with the vitality of heaven and earth. The next moment, he slowly raised the huge Mo Dao with both hands, and the Mo Dao shone with a cold light in the sun, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

As Long Yingtian moved, the air around him began to tremble violently, as if even the space was shaken by his powerful force. The colorful holy patterns seemed to become brighter as they trembled, interweaving and colliding in the air, emitting bursts of low roars.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became solemn and serious. He knew very well that Long Yingtian's attack was not something that ordinary people could resist.

The five temple priests not far away were extremely nervous. They hurriedly chanted the spells faster, and the array plates and white jade staffs in their hands shone brightly, as if they wanted to inject all their strength into the mysterious holy pattern array.

Soon, mysterious and powerful forces appeared around Long Yingtian. These forces intertwined and swirled in the air, as if forming invisible barriers, trying to block Long Yingtian's unstoppable attack.

The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment, just waiting for the final moment to see who would win in this contest of power.

At a certain moment, Long Yingtian suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be blazing flames in his eyes. He shouted loudly, his voice as shocking as thunder: "Destroy!"

With this angry shout, the huge Mo Dao in his hand suddenly slashed down. The blade light was like lightning, cutting through the sky, carrying the power to destroy the world.

Under this knife, the space around him began to disappear, as if it was swallowed by some mysterious power, and everything became blurred and distorted. The power was so strong that everyone present felt their hearts sink, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Upon seeing this, the face of one of the priests of the temple turned pale as paper. He shouted in fear, “Hun Huan, please help us! This guy is more terrifying than we imagined. We can’t stop him at all!”

There was a hint of despair and helplessness in the priest's voice. Obviously, Long Yingtian's attack had exceeded their expectations and made them feel an unprecedented crisis.

The moment the priest's voice fell, Hun Huan, who was not far away, moved and waved his right hand gently, as if summoning something. Then, a huge black monster emerged from the void. It was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, carrying with it the breath of endless fear and death.

This black monster looks like a giant dragon. Its body is extremely huge, and strange black flames are burning on its black scales. Those flames seem to be able to devour everything, making the surrounding space distorted and dark.

Its eyes were like two cold stars in the abyss, revealing endless murderous intent and evil.

The appearance of this monster made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield even more oppressive and terrifying, as if even the air had solidified. Everyone held their breath, watching the final showdown that was about to break out.

The black monster was like a giant beast that had escaped from the abyss. Every attack was accompanied by the darkening and corrosion of space, as if even light could not escape the fate of being swallowed. The black flames on the monster became more vigorous with every swing, dyeing the surrounding space into a dark black, which was terrifying.

At the same time, the space around Long Yingtian, which was originally disappearing rapidly, suddenly began to undergo strange changes.

The spaces that were originally disappearing rapidly seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to condense layer by layer, like a compressed spring. Although the speed of annihilation dropped suddenly, the destructive force did not dissipate, but became more restrained and deeper.

Hun Huan's eyes were solemn and deep. He looked at the five priests of the Holy Temple and said in a low and powerful voice, "Thank you all for speeding up. We may have underestimated Long Yingtian's strength. His power has exceeded our expectations."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the five temple priests became even more solemn, and the spells they chanted began to speed up at an alarming speed, as if they were racing against time.

As the spell accelerated, the chains that trapped Long Yingtian began to emit deafening vibrations. They intertwined and collided in the air, as if making final preparations for the upcoming decisive battle. (End of this chapter)