Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"This is bad! We can't let them get any closer to the stone coffin!"

As Ru Feng shouted, Han Tian could no longer contain himself, and the blood-red dragon shadow in his eyes surged.

"I always felt this place was eerie, and it turns out they're using human sacrifices to resurrect some kind of monster!"

He cursed angrily, clenched his fists, and the power of the Blood Dragon erupted from his body. Dark red dragon-shaped flames soared into the sky, temporarily dispersing the dust that filled the surrounding area.

"Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel - Exorcising Evil Dragon Fire!"

Han Tian held his hands in a cupped gesture, and a wheel burning with black evil flames condensed and took shape in front of him.

The wheel is over ten feet in diameter, with sharp, dragon-tooth-like teeth along its edges. At its center is a ferocious dragon head relief, its mouth wide open, spewing scorching and violent dragon fire.

This is a killing move he created after condensing his divine authority, combining the bloodline of the evil dragon with the divine authority of the Fiend Blood Mad Dragon. It is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a terrifying amount of his own energy.

"Break it for me!"

Han Tian roared and pushed his arms forward. The Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel spun wildly, turning into a black and red flame storm that tore through the air and slammed into the stone coffin in the center of the square!
Wherever the wheel passed, the stone slabs on the ground were melted by the high temperature, leaving deep, scorched grooves.

However, just as the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel was about to rush into the plaza—

"Hoohoho!!!"

A series of deafening roars erupted simultaneously from behind the twelve stone pillars surrounding the plaza!

Immediately afterwards, a dark mass of figures surged out from behind each stone pillar like a flood bursting its banks!

It's a flesh-and-blood gu!

Moreover, the sheer number far exceeds expectations.

Looking around, there were at least several thousand!
Their forms were more twisted and ferocious, some with three or four pairs of bone blades, some with broken fleshy wings growing from their backs, and some even with half of their bodies transformed into writhing tentacles. Each one exuded a violent, chaotic, and decaying aura.

Immediately afterwards, the flesh-and-blood gu began to sweep towards Ru Feng and his companions from all directions, clearly intending to prevent these intruders from disrupting the sacrificial ritual.

Meanwhile, the dozens of flesh-and-blood gu at the forefront fearlessly rushed towards the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel, using their bodies to forcefully block the wheel's momentum.

"Chucky!"

The evil dragon's fire scorched the flesh and blood gu's bodies. The flesh and blood gu writhed wildly in the flames, their bodies rapidly carbonizing and exploding, turning into ashes. But the subsequent flesh and blood gu followed one after another, layer upon layer, using their numbers to forcibly build a wall of flesh and blood.

Bang bang bang!
The large number of flesh-and-blood gu quickly extinguished the evil fire on the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel. Then, with a loud "bang," the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel was bitten by a flesh-and-blood gu that was ten feet tall.

"Damn it!"

Han Tian's face turned pale, and he quickly retrieved the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel. Although the wheel had spun and sliced ​​the giant flesh-and-blood gu's head in half, a deep tooth mark remained on it when it returned to Han Tian's hand.

This shows just how tyrannical those monsters were.

In that instant, countless flesh-and-blood gu had completely surrounded the three of them.

"Everyone be careful! These flesh-and-blood gu may be highly poisonous; do not let them get close!"

Yan Jinghong reacted the fastest, sweeping his Ice Soul Longsword horizontally. The icy blue sword energy spread in a ring, freezing the dozens of flesh-and-blood gu that rushed towards him into ice sculptures. But more flesh-and-blood gu surged forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions, their sharp bone blades slashing from all angles.

Like a crimson moon, the wind transformed into a blood-red curtain of light, dancing densely before him. The crescent-shaped blade energy was incomparably sharp, slicing the onrushing flesh-eating worms into pieces. But those severed limbs continued to writhe, even attempting to recombine.

"These damned things have incredible vitality!"

Despite his injuries, Han Tianqiang unleashed a barrage of punches, his dragon-shaped fist force blasting away the approaching flesh-and-blood gu, only to have new ones quickly follow.

The three formed a triangular defense back to back, each guarding one side, and continuously repelled the attacking flesh-and-blood gu.

But the flesh-and-blood gu seemed impossible to eradicate, while their power continued to dwindle.

Meanwhile, in the center of the square, the ceremony continued.

The eleven members of the Dragonfire Adventurer Group had now reached a point less than twenty feet from the stone coffin.

The blood droplets floating around them began to drip one by one, landing on the black and red magic circle pattern at their feet.

"Tick...tick..."

With each drop of blood that fell, an eerie crimson light illuminated the area corresponding to the magic circle.

The crimson light spread along the patterns of the magic array, like blood flowing in a vein, eventually converging on the stone coffin in the center.

Buzz!

In an instant, the stone coffin began to tremble slightly.

Inside the coffin, in the endless, deep darkness, something seemed to be slowly wriggling.

The next moment, three feet above the coffin, wisps of dark red mist began to gather, gradually condensing into a blurry, constantly twisting and deforming black shadow.

The dark shape had no fixed form; sometimes it resembled a human figure draped in a long robe, sometimes it transformed into a monster with many arms and legs, and sometimes it dispersed into a rolling mist.

“Xul'gath…… Dr'nagaal…… (Blood……nourish……)
“V'ythorra…… Y'golonac……” (My body… is about to fall…)
An ancient, hoarse whisper, filled with endless resentment and longing, came from the shadows.

The whispers not only carried intense mental interference but also a terrifying, tangible pressure.

The air felt like thick blood; with each syllable uttered, the hearts of Ru Feng and the other two would leap heavily, their blood churning.

"It's about to come out!"

The tentacle monster cried out urgently, "Master, we must interrupt the sacrificial ritual immediately! That is the Withered Sacred Remains of the Withered Royal Court. Once fully awakened, it will be an existence standing at the pinnacle of the divine level, and may even transcend the divine level!"

"I know!!!"

Ru Feng's expression was solemn. She could feel that with each step the adventurers took, the aura emanating from the stone coffin grew stronger.

It was an aura of coldness, deathly stillness, yet containing terrifying power, as if some ancient being was slowly awakening from a long slumber.

"Uncle Yan, clear a path for me! Han Tian, ​​try to interrupt those people's actions remotely. If it's absolutely necessary, kill them all to stop the ceremony!"

"understand!"

Yan Jinghong and Han Tian nodded simultaneously, their eyes flashing with a cold light.

At the same time, Ru Feng clasped his hands together, and a deep red blood moon hovered in front of him, already secretly accumulating divine power.

"Ice Soul Sword Formation - Twelve Heavenly Frosts!"

Yan Jinghong brandished his longsword, and icy blue sword energy soared into the sky, condensing into twelve illusory giant ice swords behind him. Each giant sword was a hundred feet long, its blade as transparent as crystal, with the laws of ice flowing within.

With a flick of his longsword, twelve massive ice swords roared forth simultaneously, like twelve ice dragons, fiercely charging into the swarm of flesh-and-blood gu gu surging from the left.

Wherever the giant sword passed, extreme cold erupted, freezing the space and creating fine ice crystal cracks. The movements of the flesh-and-blood gu instantly slowed, their bodies covered with thick frost, before being easily shredded by the subsequent sword energy.

At the same time, Ru Feng also took immediate action while the flesh-and-blood gu had not yet filled the gaps.

She grasped the crimson blood moon with both hands, and the power of chaos surged into it wildly.

On the surface of the blood moon, gray chaotic patterns intertwined with crimson moonlight, and a sharp, domineering aura, seemingly capable of annihilating everything, rose from her body.

God-Slaying Spear Intent!

Although it wasn't the real God-Slaying Spear in his hand, under the impetus of the power of chaos, the outline of a phantom gray spear was faintly manifesting, entwined around the deep red blood moon.

"Godslayer - Crescent Moon Slash!" Ru Feng took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, and a deep red blood moon swept out!

A crescent-shaped gray-red spear light burst forth and slammed into a stone pillar on the right side of the stone coffin!

"boom!"

The stone pillar trembled violently, its surface shattering into countless fragments. A deep cut, about a foot deep, appeared on the pillar, with a faint dark red liquid seeping out from inside, like flowing blood.

The ferocious flesh-and-blood gu suddenly froze.

"really!"

Ru Feng's eyes lit up. Her guess was correct. Both these flesh-and-blood gu and this sacrificial ritual were probably related to those stone pillars.

Destroying those stone pillars should be able to break this strange sacrificial ritual.

However, just as she was preparing to continue her attack...

“V'ythorra…… Y'golonac…… D'lurgath…… K'yarnak……” (Withered……Return……)
Above the stone coffin, the originally blurry black shadow began to rapidly become clear.

It was a figure dressed in ancient robes and wearing a cracked crown. Its face was indistinct, except for two eerie blood-red lights that shone where its eyes were.

It hovered directly above the stone coffin, looking down at Ru Feng and the other two, uttering ancient and distorted syllables.

"Y'AI'NG'NGAH! YOG-SOTHOTH!"

Each syllable uttered vibrated the withering law of the entire square, increasing the pressure in the air.

As it whispered, one by one, the twelve surrounding stone pillars began to glow with a bloody light!
The first one, the second one, the third one...

When the eleventh stone pillar turned completely blood red, all eleven pillars simultaneously emitted a thick beam of blood-red light, which converged into the dark figure above the stone coffin.

The shadowy figure solidified at a visible speed, and the aura it emitted surged wildly, rapidly climbing from its original faint appearance to the peak of the divine level, and it was still increasing!

The terrifying pressure was like a real wave, crashing against the minds of the three of them.

"It happened!"

Han Tian and Yan Jinghong turned pale, cold sweat beaded on their foreheads, and even breathing became difficult.

"Oh no! It's absorbing the power of the stone pillar!"

The tentacle monster said urgently, "The twelve stone pillars represent twelve sacrifices. When all the stone pillars are activated, the sacrificial ritual is complete, and it will gain full power!"

As if to confirm the tentacle monster's words, the eleven members of the Dragonfire Adventurer Group had now moved to a position less than five zhang away from the stone coffin.

The blood mist surrounding them was so thick it was impossible to disperse. Each person's face was contorted with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Blood gushed from their severed wrists, converging into eleven blood streaks in the air before shooting rapidly toward the stone coffin.

The dark figure above the stone coffin stretched out its hands as if embracing, and the eleven blood lines, like venomous snakes returning to their nest, rushed to burrow into its "body".

With each bloodline absorbed, the shadow's density increased, and its aura surged!
"Stop it! We must stop it!"

Han Tian roared and activated the Evil Dragon Burning Heaven Wheel again. However, before he could get close to the dark figure, a dark red ripple shot out, and Han Tian was almost blown away.

Yan Jinghong's Ice Soul Sword Formation was also suppressed. Under the terrifying aura emanating from the black shadow, the twelve giant ice swords instantly became covered with fine cracks.

Ru Feng gritted his teeth and once again unleashed the power of the God-Slaying Spear, but the stone pillars were also enveloped by the power of that dark shadow, and could not be damaged in the slightest.

The difference in strength is simply too great!

Does this mean we have no choice but to bring Huang Shaotian and the others out from inside the Eastern Emperor Bell?
The thought flashed through Ru Feng's mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

If she relies on her elders every time she encounters a strong enemy, she will never truly grow up, never catch up with her father, let alone avenge him!

"and many more!"

Just then, Ru Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly. "There are twelve stone pillars in total, but the Dragon Flame Adventurer Group only has eleven members. In other words, this ceremony is not complete. We still have a chance!"

"Not necessarily. Aren't there three of us here?"

Yan Jinghong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Look at that monster's eyes, it seems to be staring at us. He is probably choosing the last human sacrifice!"

"Damn it, I should have killed all those Dragon Flame Adventurers immediately!"

Han Tian clenched his fists, only to find that the energy within his body was starting to get out of control, and even his body was beginning to lose control.

"Oh no, it chose me?"

Among those present, Han Tian was ultimately the weakest, and the withered holy remains clearly understood that one should pick on the weakest.

"Damn it, they're treating me like an easy target!"

Han Tian roared, and at that moment, Ru Feng activated the Emperor's Eye again. He saw that Han Tian was indeed surrounded by countless dark red blood threads. He quickly activated the Crimson Blood Moon, which spun around Han Tian and cut off all the blood threads.

Han Tian then felt a sense of relief and stumbled back several steps, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

I almost became that monster's twelfth sacrifice just now.

At that very moment, another unexpected event occurred!
Among the eleven members of the Dragonfire Adventurer Group, one of the middle-aged men wearing the Black God Battle Suit suddenly had a ball of ice-blue light shine from his chest!
Within the light, a complex ice crystal rune could be vaguely seen rotating.

"Click——"

The next moment, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and the ice crystal rune exploded completely, turning into a burst of icy blue cold air that instantly froze the dark red energy threads around the middle-aged man!
Clearly, this guy's background is not simple either, as he actually possesses such a high-level trump card for survival.

"Uh...ah!!!"

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, and his previously dark and lifeless eyes suddenly regained their clarity, his pupils contracting sharply.

He first looked down at his broken left wrist, and seeing the gushing blood and the blood droplets floating around him, his face was first blank, then turned into boundless terror.

"My hand! No!!!"

He let out a shrill scream, instinctively retreating, pressing his right hand tightly against the severed wound on his left wrist. Icy blue power surged out, temporarily freezing the wound and stopping the bleeding.

However, due to excessive blood loss, the middle-aged man staggered and almost couldn't stand.

As he departed, one of the eleven blood lines connecting the black shadow in the stone coffin suddenly broke!
"Roar!!!"

The dark shadow above the sarcophagus roared angrily, causing the entire square to tremble violently and large sections of the stone slabs on the ground to crack!

It suddenly turned its head, its blood-red eyes fixed on the retreating middle-aged man, and raised one hand, its five fingers making a grasping motion.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt an invisible force gripping his throat, and his body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably, flying towards the dark figure.

He struggled frantically, but the protective magic weapon had burned out its last bit of power and could no longer protect him.

"Help... help..."

In his despair, he suddenly saw Ru Feng and the others at the edge of the square, and could only muster his last strength to let out a hoarse roar.

"Take action!"

Ru Feng's eyes lit up, and without the slightest hesitation, he made a decisive move, transforming into a chaotic stream of light and shooting out!

We must not allow that middle-aged man to return to the control of the Withered Remains. Every time a living sacrifice is lost, the Withered Remains will recover less power.

This is their chance to win! (End of Chapter)