The four city lords standing in the black fog on the sky had a flash of joy in their eyes after inspecting for a long time. The surging blood and energy and the shaking formation had obviously been stimulated to the extreme.
"With this kind of pressure, even a demon king in the middle or late stage can be killed. I don't believe that we can't subdue this little zombie remnant. Everyone, let's enter the formation. Killing this guy will not only allow us to obtain the supreme Taoist weapon, but also deprive him of all the treasures on him."
"For a person like this to die in this Great Wilderness Blood Formation is a worthy death. With the power that he has unleashed from his realm, he is considered an unrivaled genius in the entire Spirit World. However, facing this kind of formation, even if he is a demon, he can only be killed here."
The four of them spoke at the same time, with bright smiles on their faces, and they clasped their hands together. Suddenly, vigorous demonic energy rushed up into the sky, shattering the darkness brought down by the Yinxu curse. The Demon Race Avenue fell, and they themselves, under the protection of the Avenue, slowly sank into the formation.
But just less than half a cup of tea after they entered the formation, the flickering four-color light curtain suddenly twisted, accompanied by increasingly strong vibrations, which made the people watching the battle from all directions shudder. A bad premonition suddenly arose in their hearts, but there was clearly a hint of expectation and luck on their ferocious faces.
In the past quarter of an hour, suddenly, the formation stopped working in an instant, and the surging power burst out wildly, instantly sweeping up the power of heaven and earth in all directions, turning into a storm that swept in all directions.
Just when everyone was showing joy on their faces, thinking that Feng Qingyang had been killed, they suddenly heard a few screams. When these screams came out, everyone was overjoyed, thinking that they came from Feng Qingyang.
But in the blink of an eye, the screams stopped abruptly, and even the grinning faces of the crowd remained in the void. Four figures rushed out from the Great Wilderness Blood Formation with a whoosh. Their miserable appearance made the expressions of the people from all directions change rapidly, turning into an lingering fear and a tremendous terrifying force that spread out.
Some people were so frightened that they flew around desperately. Some were even more frightened and activated the power of Yinxu curse, which was directly corroded by the power of void curse. In just a moment, several exiled demon kings died in the chaos.
What they saw was not Feng Qingyang, but the four city lords who entered the formation with a smile, and the one who let out the last scream was none other than the West City Lord who was holding the supreme Taoist weapon.
He was walking at the end, his body in tatters, with a huge hole in his chest from which blood was gushing out. One could almost see the beating heart through the hole.
And just as he flew out of the formation, a huge hand suddenly stretched out. What kind of hand was that? It was covered with scales and had countless sharp hooks.
Although the void was dim, it still couldn't block the flickering light. A big hand stretched out and directly grasped the neck of the Lord of West City. History repeated itself, and he was almost like a chicken that could not resist.
The big hand exerted force, and the Lord of West City screamed and exploded all over. A ball of flesh and blood squirmed for a moment, then scattered and fell to the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye. At the moment when the Lord of West City fell, Feng Qingyang stepped out of the formation.
He was covered in blood, and his originally snow-white clothes were stained with blood, which kept falling down, almost becoming one piece. He shook off the remaining blood stains on his body and looked around indifferently.
He shook the Blood Dance Magic Sword in his hand, snorted coldly, and pointed the magic sword directly at another demon city lord who was fleeing quickly in front of him. He took a step forward, and approached the East City City Lord at lightning speed. He raised his hand and swung the magic sword, which cut through the sky. With a touch of excited hissing, it instantly pierced through the East City City Lord's pale face, and the magic sword pierced through his body, chilling his heart...
After killing this man, Feng Qingyang did not continue chasing him, but stood there silently. He did not move, but the two people in front of him who originally wanted to continue fleeing also stopped.
Looking back at Feng Qingyang and seeing his indifferent face, the two of them suddenly trembled and came directly to his side, gradually bending their legs and kneeling beside him.
When he knelt down, the people around, whether they were hiding or outside, were all stunned, looking at the two city lords kneeling in the void, not knowing what was going on. These were genuine powerful demon kings in the middle stage.
Perhaps they have never seen such a shocking scene in their entire lives. It almost made them stop breathing and even forgot to think for a moment. They just stared blankly at the two people kneeling in the air.
The Lord of South City was pale and trembling all over. Although he was of noble status, everything else was nothing in front of him. As long as he could save his life, he would go through fire and water.
He will never forget that scene. When they entered the formation, there was no excitement as they had imagined, but only terror. The supreme Taoist weapon that entered first and the illusory figure did not engage in a fierce fight with Feng Qingyang, but knelt beside Feng Qingyang, trembling.
He could not forget the tower rotating in Feng Qingyang's palm. The tower looked like a supreme Taoist weapon, but only when you were there in person could you feel the pressure inside. It almost made him think he had seen the Holy Lord.
It was an overwhelmingly powerful, rotating Du'e Tower accompanied by Feng Qingyang's cold expression, which made him terrified and speechless. He was definitely not wrong. At that time, Feng Qingyang clearly had an aura of a Saint. It was not an illusion, but a real, extremely real aura of a Saint that almost shook his soul apart.
Under this terrifying aura of the Saint, the formation collapsed, and a heavy aura of oppression rolled back. The strong aura of death instantly came towards the four of them.
In that split second, the four of them let out a terrified scream, opened the formation and fled, but they still failed in the end. Especially when they turned back and found that the Lord of West City was crushed to pieces by Feng Qingyang, they were simply scared out of their wits.
On the earth, looking at the two city lords kneeling in the void, the rest of the living exiled cultivators and all the people in the four major cities finally collapsed in their hearts, like a broken tree, madly and desperately scattered in all directions.
The terror of Feng Qingyang and his unimaginable power had already shattered their hearts, creating a terrifying storm in their minds. They gave up the temptation of the supreme Taoist weapon and even the idea of leaving the wasteland of exile. Their only thought at this moment was to escape, to escape at all costs in order to survive!
One person's escape was like a returning tide, sweeping across the world madly. They were really scared. Looking at Feng Qingyang standing between heaven and earth, they no longer had any desire to resist.