Chapter 13684: Formation

Chapter 13684: Formation
The chariot was engraved with mysterious runes and inlaid with various precious gems. It shone brightly under the light. The high priest, the core figure of the Zhenling Palace Temple, slowly walked out of the chariot.

He was still wearing the black robe embroidered with mysterious runes and a tall hood on his head, with most of his face hidden inside. Only his pair of eyes, as deep as the abyss and filled with biting coldness, were glancing coldly at the Zhaixing Tower below.

Behind the high priest, Yu Zhengqi stood there timidly, looking a little embarrassed. Beside him, there were a few remaining bloody puppets, all of which were covered with scars and looked shabby, obviously having experienced many battles.

It seems that Yu Zhengqi really has no other trump cards. At this moment, he can only rely on the power of the Holy Temple and try to find a glimmer of hope in this chaos.

The high priest sat steadily on the chariot, like a high god, looking coldly at Xiao Yihang below, his voice low and majestic, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell: "You alone want to stop my Holy Temple army, it's simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your own ability. I am not an unreasonable person, I will not bully you today, as long as you are willing to hand over the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, we will withdraw our troops immediately and will never break our promise!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly and made a virtual grasping motion, as if the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was already in his grasp.

Xiao Yihang looked determined and fearlessly met the gaze of the high priest. He shook his head slightly and said firmly, "I have said it many times, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is not in Zhaixing Tower at all. If the high priest wants to take action, then please do so. I, Zhaixing Tower, also want to experience the methods of the Zhenling Mansion Holy Hall to see how capable you are."

As he spoke, spiritual energy surged around him, his clothes rustled in the wind, and an unyielding aura emerged from him.

Upon hearing this, the high priest sighed deeply, as if he felt extremely sorry for Xiao Yihang's ignorance of the current situation: "If you don't want the face I gave you, don't blame me for being cruel. Attack!"

Following his order, it was like a thunder exploding in the sky, and the army of the Temple instantly launched an attack like a surging tide.

The soldiers shouted in unison, the sound was deafening, as if thousands of troops were galloping past. Holding weapons, they rushed towards the Zhaixing Tower like a group of all-devouring demon insects, as if they wanted to completely swallow up the entire Zhaixing Tower and turn it into ruins.

Xiao Yihang's face turned pale instantly. Looking at the enemies rushing in like a tide, he secretly said in his heart that it was not good. He turned around quickly and shouted to the disciples behind him: "Quick, activate the formation, and hold on until the host comes out!"

The voice became hoarse due to anxiety and echoed in the chaotic battlefield.

Upon hearing the order, the disciples sprang into action, taking their positions and quickly forming seals with their hands. Rays of light lit up from their hands and converged towards the Star-Picking Tower, gradually forming a gleaming defensive barrier in an attempt to resist the overwhelming attack of the Holy Temple's army.

Instantly, a dazzling light burst out from the Star Picking Tower. Seven dazzling, seemingly tangible lights, like seven agile dragons of light, shot out rapidly from different directions in the tower.

The light streaked across the sky, leaving behind a series of gorgeous trails that quickly converged in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the seven rays of light arranged themselves according to a mysterious pattern, and suddenly converged into the awe-inspiring Big Dipper pattern that hung high in the night sky.

Then, the Big Dipper pattern seemed to be injected with endless power, and began to slowly rotate and deform. The light became stronger and stronger, making people's eyes hurt.

As the light surged violently, a huge, mysterious Seven Star Big Dipper formation gradually took shape. This formation was magnificent, like a mysterious fortress suspended in the air.

Its surface flickered with a faint layer of starlight, and the star rays intertwined to form an indestructible defensive light curtain. Not only that, the formation also contained a powerful attack force that seemed to burst out at any time and tear the enemy into pieces.

As the formation was completely formed, it was as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened. Brilliant starlight shot out like arrows from a bow, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, towards the overwhelming army of the Holy Temple. Wherever the starlight passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a piercing whistling sound, as if the space could not bear this powerful force.

Facing this sudden attack, the high priest stood on the chariot, still expressionless, like a cold statue. His eyes were deep and calm, and he had no intention of stopping it. He just watched the development of the battle quietly, as if everything was under his control.

The first to react were the twelve divine knights in golden armor. They were like twelve gods of war descending, facing those starlights that were as sharp as knives and could penetrate steel, there was no fear in their eyes, let alone any intention of avoiding them.

They stood tall, as if rooted in the void. The spears in their hands shook, the spears trembled, and a buzzing sound was emitted, and terrifying spear beams flashed in an instant. The spear beams flashed with golden light, like golden blades, with an indestructible momentum, heading towards the starlight.

In an instant, the starlight and the spear light collided violently in the void. A series of deafening roars sounded, as if thunder exploded in the ears.

The starlight, which was originally so powerful, was completely torn apart by the powerful spears of the divine knights. The light splashed in all directions, blooming in the air like fireworks, but it also carried an endless atmosphere of danger.

"Those who are at the high level of Bao Yuan Realm, follow me and fight your way out!" Xiao Yihang knew that if he was trapped in this formation, once the formation was breached by the Holy Temple Army, the Zhaixing Tower would be destroyed in an instant. He shouted loudly with determination and perseverance in his eyes. His voice echoed over the battlefield, carrying an inspiring force.

In an instant, Xiao Yihang rushed out like a black lightning, followed by the remaining five star masters.

They were all very powerful, and exuded a strong aura. Together with the other masters of the Star Picking Tower, there were tens of thousands of them. They rushed towards the Holy Temple army like a surging torrent, shouting.

The fact that Zhaixing Tower could gain a firm foothold in Dongzhou, a land full of powerful people and fierce competition, was not based on boasting. They had a profound foundation and strong enough strength. At this moment, facing the siege of the Holy Temple army, they did not retreat at all, but chose to take the initiative to defend their dignity and honor.

The high priest still stood on the chariot, like an ancient god, watching all this quietly. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if the fierce battle in front of him was just an insignificant farce.

He had no intention of taking action. He just watched the battle silently, as if he was waiting for something, or as if he was observing the strength limits of everyone in Zhaixing Tower.