Chapter 13618: Zhengqitang Crisis

"Don't panic! Activate the mountain defense formation and kill all the invading enemies!" At the critical moment, Yu Zhengqi's steady and powerful voice came from a distance, like a thunder, breaking the fear in everyone's hearts.

After hearing this, Yu Haoran was refreshed and his fighting spirit was rekindled. He tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, which was emitting a cold light, and thought to himself: That's right, this is the territory of Zhengqitang. Once the mountain defense formation is activated, they will still have the advantage by relying on the terrain and the power of the formation. What is there to be afraid of?
However, before this glimmer of hope could fully burn, it was mercilessly extinguished by a new round of shouts and cries of killing. The eight masters of the Demon Tower, led by Chongxuan, appeared in front of everyone at the same time like ghosts. They were surrounded by a layer of strange black mist, which vaguely revealed a chilling aura.

Among the crowd, Chongtian's figure was particularly eye-catching. His eyes revealed complex emotions, with a desire for battle and a hint of unspeakable entanglement. Although there were various entanglements between him and Lingxiao, facing the Zhengqi Hall, his obsession made him choose to join this battle without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, Yu Haoran felt his legs go weak and he could hardly stand. Even Yu Zhengqi, who was always calm and experienced, couldn't help but change his expression at this moment. His brows were tightly twisted into a "chuan" character, and his eyes were full of shock and helplessness. "You can actually invite people from the Demon Tower... Don't you have a grudge against the Demon Tower?" Yu Zhengqi suppressed the shock in his heart and asked Ling Xiao with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Ling Xiao raised his lips into a sneer, that smile was full of sarcasm and determination, as if he was mocking Yu Zhengqi's naivety.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The hatred between me and the Demon Tower is indeed deep, but the hatred between me and your Zhengqi Hall is even more irreconcilable!" As soon as he finished speaking, the weapon in his hand burst into a dazzling light, and the whole person rushed towards the building behind Yu Zhengqi like a black lightning. A more tragic and thrilling battle began.

Yu Zhengqi's spiritual energy surged throughout his body, transforming into visible air waves that rushed towards Ling Xiao frantically, trying to block the opponent's fierce attack with thundering means.

However, just when he was about to touch Ling Xiao, a cry filled with despair and fear, like a sharp lightning that pierced the sky, came from the other side of the battlefield, penetrating straight through the chaotic fighting and reaching his ears: "Master, help! We are no match for them!"

The voice was full of helplessness and despair. Yu Zhengqi instantly recognized that this was the cry for help from Yu Haoran who was on the verge of life and death.

Yu Zhengqi's body suddenly froze, a trace of panic flashed across his originally determined eyes, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot. He slowly turned around and looked solemnly at Yu Tianlang and others who were performing the foundation-seizing ceremony.

At this time, Yu Tianlang's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and beads as big as beans kept rolling down his cheeks. His hands were quickly changing the spells in front of him. Every movement was focused and solemn. He was fully immersed in this ceremony that concerned the future of the sect. The two people assisting him were also pale and tense. Their eyes revealed the high tension about the ceremony and the worry about the surrounding battle situation. They did not dare to slack off at all.

Yu Zhengqi's heart was like a surging storm. He knew very well that once the foundation-stealing ceremony began, it would be like starting a huge machine that could not be easily stopped. According to common sense, it would take several hours to last, and in extreme cases, it might even last for several days.

But at the moment, the situation was already precarious, and the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, so they could not afford to complete the ceremony slowly. If all the masters of Zhengqitang died in this battle, then the great reputation of Zhengqitang, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, would be like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant and reduced to the dust of history.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhengqi's heart suddenly tightened, as if being grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain spread throughout his body. He clenched his teeth, and his cheeks bulged high. After a long time, he squeezed out a heavy sigh from his chest and said in a deep voice: "Tianlang, stop seizing the foundation! The three of you work together to kill this kid, I will go to support!"

"Yes, godfather!" Although Yu Tianlang was filled with reluctance and helplessness, his handsome face was full of reluctance, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, but he knew very well in his heart that in this battlefield full of war and danger, if they continued to forcibly carry out the foundation-grabbing ceremony without enough strong people to protect them, the three of them would undoubtedly become fish on Ling Xiao's chopping board, at the mercy of others, and would surely die.

After careful consideration, he could only put aside his obsession with the foundation-stealing ceremony for the time being. He gritted his teeth and decided to work together to eliminate Ling Xiao, the great threat to him, before completing the foundation-stealing ceremony that was related to his own and the sect's fate.

Seeing Yu Tianlang and others nodded in agreement, Yu Zhengqi felt a little relieved. He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, then turned around, exerted all his strength, and rushed towards the front hall like a black meteor.

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, a strong bloody smell hit him in the face, and what came into view was Zhongxuan holding a magic knife and emitting an evil aura. Yu Zhengqi's face instantly turned livid, his eyes widened, glaring, and he shouted loudly: "You are so bold, Zhongxuan! How dare you openly invade my Zhengqi Hall, who gave you the courage!"

Chongxuan, however, seemed to have heard nothing, with a sneer of extreme contempt on his face, which seemed to be a blatant provocation and disdain for Zhengqitang. He held the magic knife in his hand, and on the blade, strange runes flashed with a cold light, as if telling of endless killing and bloodshed.

Chongxuan slowly stepped into the air and approached Yu Zhengqi. With every step he took, a suffocatingly powerful sword force condensed in the air. The sword force was like a towering mountain, carrying an endless sense of oppression and fierce murderous intent, making the surrounding space slightly distorted, and the air seemed to be torn apart by this powerful force, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Yu Zhengqi, stop bluffing here! Since I dared to come here today, I have no intention of giving up. Today is the end of your Zhengqi Hall! From now on, in this Zhaixing Tower City, the only one that can compete with our Demon Tower is Zhaixing Tower!"

The sound of the heavy hanging was icy and piercing, as if it carried the chill from hell, echoing in the empty front hall, making people shudder.

Yu Zhengqi's face was like black ice in the cold winter, cold and lifeless. His eyes were like materialized ice blades, piercing straight into Chongxuan, and every glance was filled with a chilling murderous intent.