Chapter 1815: Escape

Boom!

Power swept down from the sky, crushing toward Zhang Xuan.

The five ancient sages joined forces, heaven and earth seething like a boiling cauldron. Before them was no longer a rift but a pitch-black void like the bottom of a pot. Space turned to dust, like grains of sand; to be touched by it meant instant annihilation, death without a burial place.

Seeing this power, Moling Ancient Sage trembled in fear, his face turning pale: "Quick, flee..."

These five had clearly trained in some kind of joint attack technique, otherwise it wouldn't be so formidable.

When this strike landed, even a peak Blood Drop Rebirth cultivator might not withstand it, let alone him.

He had thought that with the Soul Wizard Guild finally having a president, they could eliminate the alien race's threat, restore their true identities, and allow their descendants to return to the Master Teacher Continent... He never dreamed this fellow would be so unreliable—just after they acknowledged each other, he was about to fall.

What kind of nonsense was this!

Hurrying to his side, his soul body grabbed Zhang Xuan's hand to dodge the attack, but saw the young man shake his head, flicking his arm to break free.

"Well struck!"

Just as he was puzzled, he saw the youth's lips curl up in a look of courting death.

"..."

His scalp went numb.

What evil had the Soul Wizards done to deserve such an unreliable president?

Frustrated to the point of exploding, he still gathered power and grabbed again. Before he could touch the youth, he saw the young man raise both hands: "Absorb!"

Boom!

The black power landed where the youth's palms were. This Zhang Xuan did not turn to dust as imagined but stood motionless. The combined attack of the five ancient sages, less than two centimeters above him, split into five streams and surged outward.

"This... a formation?"

Feeling the immense power shielding the youth, Moling Ancient Sage quickly looked down and saw all the runes in the entire Imperial Spirit Palace light up simultaneously, along with the formations, all activating at once.

Countless streams of spiritual energy formed a pentagonal energy shield above the youth.

The enemy's attack was precisely absorbed by this shield and channeled back into the formations.

"This... forcibly absorbed the power of the enemy's attack?"

Trembling, Moling Ancient Sage stood frozen, utterly bewildered.

He knew well how powerful the combined attack of the five ancient sages was; even three of him together couldn't block it.

But this youth not only blocked it but also absorbed that power... Was this the formation he had set up in just ten breaths?

With so many formations surrounding it, setting up a single formation was already difficult. Yet the grand formation he arranged actually integrated all the formations, unleashing even greater power...

This was beyond heaven-defying!

"Break!"

Ignoring the Soul Wizard's shock, Zhang Xuan clapped his hands toward the sky.

The pentagonal formation above immediately re-gathered the power of the enemy's attack, forming a massive cage that flew toward the five.

"This..."

"Damn..."

The five ancient sages clearly hadn't expected their combined attack to be so easily countered and turned back on them. Their faces turned pale as they joined forces again to strike downward.

Boom!

The clash of power sent the five ancient sages spewing fresh blood as they staggered backward in unison.

The Spirit Imperial Palace's formation, originally capable of defending against peak Blood Rebirth experts, now combined with Zhang Xuan's formation and the attacks of the group, unleashed a force beyond imagination, one that even they, working together, could not withstand.

"Merciless, bring the Dragon Bone Divine Spear and follow me..."

Having struck successfully, Zhang Xuan did not press on but instead turned to look at Merciless, who was battling Emperor Chen Ling, and called out.

At the same moment, the pentagon once again released a black light, slashing down from the sky.

The black light severed the formation's entanglement, and Merciless, with a slight shake, broke free from Emperor Chen Ling's suppression. His hand bones grabbed again, seizing the Dragon Bone Divine Spear and the three ancient sage corpses on the ground.

"Let's go!"

With these words, Zhang Xuan's hand flicked once more, and the pentagon in the air tore through space. Merciless, Ink Spirit Ancient Sage, and he himself leaped into it, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Stop him!"

Seeing the enemy escape, Emperor Chen Ling was about to explode. He turned again to the five ancient sages.

"You should first study why he could control your palace-guarding formation!"

"This formation is so powerful; if we fight head-on, we'll all be injured..."

The five ancient sages snorted.

Though they greatly desired the items the other party spoke of, suffering severe injury for them would definitely not be worth it.

Thus, after being driven back by the single strike, they stopped—not because they couldn't defeat the enemy, but because they had their reservations.

"Hmph..."

His face pale with rage, Emperor Chen Ling knew that his alliance with them was one of equals, not subordinates. It was already good of them to help block the enemy; expecting them to risk their lives to detain the man was indeed impossible.

The Spirit Race was naturally powerful and long-lived. Under normal circumstances, developing for tens of thousands of years would make it easy to destroy the Master Teacher Continent, yet they had never succeeded. The main reason was... each of them was too selfish!

They simply could not unite!

Not to mention the three emperors, even the kings they had gathered were the same. If they were like the master teachers, united in purpose and solidarity, why would they have been trapped here all along?

Of course, the most important thing was the lack of a supreme ruler who could command the submission of all, like Merciless had been before.

Although Emperor Chen Yong was the strongest of the Spirit Race in the current era, he was not overwhelmingly more powerful than the others; he lacked true deterrent force.

Taking out a pill and swallowing it, his complexion recovered slightly. Emperor Chen Ling looked down at the formation below.

The Spirit Imperial Palace's formation, which he and his ancestors had spent immeasurable effort and manpower to set up, was supposed to obey only him or those he designated. How could it have followed that fellow's command to hold off the five ancient sages?

And it had even unleashed even greater power...

After a glance, he could discern nothing. He flicked his finger, and a drop of blood floated in the air.

The key to controlling this formation was bloodline. As long as he activated his bloodline, he would surely gain full control and activate it smoothly.

Hum!

As the blood appeared, the formation below indeed shook, and streams of power flickered, rapidly converging toward the center.

Just as he was about to take control of this power, re-form the great defense, and restore the Spirit Imperial Palace's protection, a violent tremor shook the ground below, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to shatter eardrums.

Boom!

A mighty force surged from the very center, and the buildings of the Spirit Imperial Palace, standing for tens of thousands of years, were struck by a massive attack, collapsing entirely into ashes.

The formation below had slipped from his control... and self-destructed!