Chapter 13332: Soul Wuxu Takes Action

This is indeed the case. Although Long Yingtian is powerful, he seems to be unable to cope with this seventh-level top-grade formation.

He had already used all his strength, whether it was his powerful strength or his exquisite martial arts, but he could not break the defense of this formation. Every attack was like a stone sinking into the sea, not causing a single ripple.

Long Yingtian's expression became more and more solemn. He knew very well that his current situation was extremely critical.

However, he did not give up and continued to struggle, trying to find a way to break the formation. But it was all in vain, and fighting like a trapped beast would only make him exhaust his physical strength faster and eventually fall into the abyss of despair.

Seeing that Long Yingtian could not escape from the Holy Mark Formation, Hun Huan suddenly showed a look of relief. He knew Long Yingtian's strength very well. If he really let him escape, the consequences would be disastrous.

With Long Yingtian's strength, Hun Huan was no match for him, and the entire Soul-Calming Mansion would be in danger. Therefore, seeing Long Yingtian trapped in the formation and unable to escape, Hun Huan couldn't help but feel relieved, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Long Yingtian, don't you think about it? How could the plan that my Soul Clan has prepared for so many years be ruined just because of you?" Hun Huan's voice echoed in the empty battlefield, with a bit of sarcasm and complacency. His face was filled with a smile of victory, as if he had already seen the moment of Long Yingtian's defeat.

Long Yingtian didn't say anything, but his expression became increasingly ugly.

He knew that his current situation was extremely critical. Although his life was not in danger for the time being, it was almost impossible to break through this seventh-level upper-grade formation. His eyes flashed with solemnity and unwillingness, as if he was silently fighting against fate.

He was not an expert at formations, and he felt somewhat helpless in the face of this complex and powerful holy pattern formation.

He could only rely on his own brute force to try to break the formation, but every attack was like hitting cotton, unable to cause any substantial damage to the formation. This formation seemed to have infinite power, suppressing him tightly inside, making him unable to move.

Long Yingtian couldn't help but feel regretful. He admitted that he was a little careless and didn't expect the Soul Clan to set up such a powerful formation to deal with him. If he hadn't been trapped in this formation, how could he be afraid of the five priests of the Holy Temple and the Soul Huan? With his strength, he was fully confident that he could fight them.

But now, everything was different. The five priests of the Holy Temple plus a Soul Huan, their strength was far beyond his imagination. Long Yingtian felt that he was somewhat powerless, as if he was restrained by an invisible force and could not exert his true strength.

Seeing that Long Yingtian remained silent, Hun Huan sneered, "Do you feel hopeless now? No, you will be even more desperate later. Although we cannot easily defeat you in the battle of the older generation, even if we have trapped you, we have already spent a huge amount of effort, but the younger generation, you will definitely lose."

In that dim and depressing atmosphere, Hun Huan's sneer was like a sharp ice blade in the cold wind, penetrating every inch of space and striking Long Yingtian's heart.

His voice was low and threatening, and every word sounded like a carefully crafted curse that made people shudder. A barely perceptible tremor flashed across Long Yingtian's eyes, but he still clenched his teeth, unwilling to show weakness.

"Don't you think that Ling Xiao is very powerful? Well, then I will kill him in front of you today." Hun Huan's words were mixed with contempt and cruelty that were difficult to conceal. The corner of his mouth curled up into a hideous smile, and that smile was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, carrying endless evil and cruelty.

Hun Huan's hideous grin echoed in the air, like the most horrific nightmare under the night sky, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Long Yingtian's face turned pale as paper in an instant. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. His voice was filled with a hint of uncontrollable anger and unwillingness: "Hun Huan, you want to interfere in the battle of the younger generation?"

Long Yingtian's questioning was full of reluctance and despair. He knew very well the methods and strength of Hun Huan. Once Hun Huan really intervened in the fight between the younger generation, the consequences would be disastrous.

"No need!" Hun Huan smiled confidently, that smile was full of absolute certainty of victory. He slowly turned around and looked at Hun Wuxu in the distance with a sharp gaze, that look contained both expectation and command. He said in a deep voice: "Wuxu, there is no need to hide your strength, you can unleash all your strength and kill all the younger generation of the Demon Suppression Mansion."

Hun Huan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the empty battlefield. His voice was filled with unquestionable authority and dominance, as if everything was under his control.

When Hun Wuxu heard this, a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this was a great opportunity to show his strength and win Hun Huan's appreciation.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as knives, scanning the younger generation of the Demon Suppression Mansion, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the scene of their despair and death.

"Yes!" Hun Wuxu, who was about to kill Ling Xiao, nodded respectfully when he received the order. His young but cold face was full of absolute confidence in his strength.

Then, he slowly raised his head with a look of disdain, like a king standing high above everyone else, looking down at all the young people in the Demon Suppression Mansion with contempt.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a disdainful smile, and his voice was cold and arrogant: "Come on together, don't say that I bully you, you are just too weak."

Go together!

As Hun Wuxu's words, full of provocation and disdain, fell, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on him, as if even the air had solidified.

Madness!

I have to say that Hun Wuxu's words were indeed arrogant, arrogant to the extreme!
How could the people of the Demon Suppression House tolerate this? They were all favored children of heaven, and when had they ever been insulted like this? Their faces were filled with anger and unwillingness, and their eyes were gleaming with burning fighting spirit and anger.

At this moment, a burly, muscular man flew out of the crowd, like a cannonball, and headed straight for Hun Wuxu. He roared, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and resentment in his heart. However, just as the man was about to rush in front of Hun Wuxu, something strange happened!
Hun Wuxu's figure suddenly became blurred, as if it had merged into the air and disappeared without a trace.

His speed is unbelievable!
Just when everyone was looking for him, he suddenly appeared behind the man again, his hand already grasping the man's throat. His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation, as if everything was under his control.