Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Yan Chiheng's body surged with lightning, and another pillar of lightning blasted out, forcing the leader of the Tribulation Cultivator to retreat repeatedly.

The two chased and fled, and soon escaped the area covered by Lin Zhao's domain.

The distant lightning gradually faded away, and a faint rumbling sound came from the horizon.

Lin Zhao withdrew her gaze and took a deep breath.

He understood Yan Chiheng's meaning—the combat power of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator was too strong, and Lin Zhao, after all, only had a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation level. Leaving him in the Law Domain would affect his control over the Law Domain.

Why not take him away? One-on-one, the winner and loser will be determined by their own abilities.

The remaining eighty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators belong to Lin Zhao.

"call--"

Lin Zhao slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Beneath his feet, the Four-Element Yinglong spread its wings, carrying him up to a height of several hundred feet.

Looking down from here, the entire hillside is laid out before you—the stone palace complex and the tents of the Qi Refining Cultivator are all under the shroud of the Dharma Domain.

The Four Elements and Five Sacred Mountains Dharma Domains are operating at full capacity.

An invisible force of suppression pressed down from the sky, like an unseen mountain, weighing on the hearts of every cultivator undergoing tribulation.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators looked grim—they discovered that their ability to draw upon external spiritual energy had been suppressed and disappeared, while Lin Zhao's magical power flowed endlessly, as if it were one with the entire world.

"Let's do it."

Lin Zhao's mind stirred.

The Four Elements Dragon raised its head and roared, then with a flap of its wings, hundreds and thousands of spells poured down like a torrential rain!

Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, and ground spikes—spells of various attributes intertwined to create a rain of death, howling as they crashed down upon the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the ground.

An uproar immediately erupted below.

More than eighty Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked simultaneously, their various spiritual lights soaring into the sky, magical artifacts flying, spells clashing, and the booming sound shaking the entire basin.

The shockwave spread outwards in concentric circles, overturning countless tents, causing numerous deaths and injuries among the Qi Refining Tribulation cultivators, with debris flying everywhere and dust filling the sky.

At the same time, the Four Elements Sword Dragon and the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Dragon also moved.

The silver sword dragon spiraled down, its massive body resembling a silver-white divine weapon, its sword aura chilling, and it rushed straight at the ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The purple thunder dragon followed closely behind, its mouth wide open, spewing out bolts of lightning that forced the Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators who wanted to help to retreat.

The three dragon-shaped formations, empowered by the Dharma Domain, withstood the siege of dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Countless magical artifacts bombarded them, causing the sword dragon's scales to shatter and then reform, while the thunder dragon's body was blasted into a shower of lightning before absorbing spiritual energy to recover.

They were like unkillable monsters, relentlessly entangled the ten late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and the twenty-odd mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, preventing them from being distracted.

But Lin Zhao knew that this was only temporary.

No matter how strong the three dragon forms were, they couldn't withstand the repeated bombardment from these eighty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Given enough time, defeat is inevitable.

He needs to act quickly.

Lin Zhao raised her hand.

Nine thin, almost completely transparent black needles, as thin as a hair, shot out silently from his fingertips.

Breaking the Law with the Needle of Darkness.

The needle is imbued with pure power of the Void, specifically designed to break through protective spiritual light and erode magical power and vitality.

They are almost invisible in the air, with only very faint fluctuations of spiritual energy, like nine wisps of light smoke, mixed in with the magical light filling the sky, completely inconspicuous.

The target is those in the mid-Foundation Building stage.

The twenty-odd Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators were currently using their magical artifacts to cooperate with the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators in attacking the two dragon-shaped formations.

They were standing scattered, their attention focused entirely on what was in front of them, and no one noticed the nine barely perceptible wisps of tobacco.

hiss hiss hiss—

Nine faint piercing sounds were completely drowned out by the deafening roar.

The nine Foundation Establishment stage cultivators all trembled simultaneously.

They looked down at their chests.

There, a bloodstain was rapidly expanding, and black lines spread wildly from the bloodstain, covering the entire body in the blink of an eye.

The protective aura of the magical artifact? It's like paper in front of that fine needle.

"How...why..."

Someone opened their mouth, but before they could finish speaking, they collapsed limply to the ground.

Nine people died at the same time!

"What?!"

"Who did this?!"

The remaining Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were shocked and instinctively retreated, looking around, but they couldn't find where the deadly attack came from.

The Jiexiu faction is in complete chaos.

"It's that guy!" someone shouted. "He attacked from behind! Watch out—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhao's second wave of attacks had already arrived.

With a flick of his wrist, the Three Flames Fan appeared in his palm.

The fan was about a foot long, and its surface was woven from three-colored spirit feathers—crimson, orange-red, and dark red—each feather shimmering with a burning spiritual light.

The magical power surged like a river, flowing into the fan through the meridians.

Lin Zhao flicked her wrist.

"Crimson Flames—!"

boom--!!!

The three-colored flames poured out from the fan like a flood bursting its banks!

With the blessing of the magic domain, the flames transformed into three fire waves, each a hundred feet wide, which swept towards the area below!

Wherever the fire wave passed, the air was distorted by the heat, the rubble on the ground melted directly, and those Qi Refining Tribulation cultivators who did not have time to escape were instantly reduced to ashes.

But this is not enough.

Lin Zhao turned her wrist again, a second shake.

On the fan, the three-colored spirit feathers simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light! Three lifelike bird phantoms flapped their wings and flew out from the flames—the Crimson Feathered Eagle, the Burning Sky Sparrow, and the Flaming Falcon—crying as they plunged into the sea of ​​fire!

The phantom wings flapped, drawing the originally flat waves of fire to begin rotating and converging.

The three flames mixed together and gradually formed a huge crimson fire tornado with a diameter of over a hundred feet!

The fire tornado moved slowly forward, like a huge and greedy maw of fire, devouring and refining everything in its path.

Those in the early stages of Foundation Establishment fled desperately. Some were fast enough to escape the area by chance; others were a step slower and were swept by the edge of the fire tornado, screaming as they turned into fireballs.

The firelight illuminated half of the camp, and half the sky was bathed in a crimson glow.

Of the more than sixty people in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, fewer than fifty escaped.

The rest perished in the flames.

But Lin Zhao didn't stop.

He patted his storage bag, and the Three Absolute Demon Drum flew out and hovered in front of him.

It was a large, black drum with a ferocious shape, covered with the hide of an unknown monster, and twisted patterns could be vaguely seen on the drum surface.

Lin Zhao raised her hand.

The first strike.

"Thump—!!!"

The invisible sound waves distorted the air, and visible ripples swept outwards, scattering gravel and exploding with smoke and dust.

Those early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators who had just escaped the inferno were swept away by the sonic wave, staggering all at once. Several of them fell directly to the ground, blood seeping from their ears and noses, clutching their heads and screaming in agony.

The second blow followed immediately.

"Thump—whoosh—!!!"

The tone suddenly became sharp, penetrating straight to the dantian!

Several Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators felt their internal mana surging wildly and completely out of their control.

Some people's legs buckled and they knelt down again, while others tried to activate their magical artifacts, but the artifacts fell directly to the ground.

The third strike.

"Thump—Buzz—!!!"

The drumbeats transformed into countless mournful howls and wails of wolves and ghosts, surging towards everyone, ignoring defenses, and directly penetrating their sea of ​​consciousness!

Illusions abound, and the mind loses its composure.

Physical tremors, chaotic magical power, and mental collapse—the three extremes are unleashed simultaneously.