Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 667: Chapter 549 Came_4

“What the hell, who are all these people?”

“Is this how you use a special Eternal Life Rune, you motherfucker?”

“This is an Eternal Life Rune!”

“It’s a life!”

Wrath seized the Saint Heir, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

The forest had been overturned, leaving devastation all around.

Bai Zisheng, seeing that the Saint Heir hadn’t been killed, felt quite disappointed.

Only then did he realize that this damned Saint Heir also had something like an “Eternal Life Rune” to save his life.

But it was the same for everyone, no loss, no gain.

Bai Zisheng retreated back to Mo Hua and Bai Zixi’s side.

The Saint Heir glared at the three of them with venomous eyes, fury welling up, “Damn you! You destroyed my ‘Undying Rune’, I will not let you off the hook!”

Bai Zisheng snorted coldly, “Your lackeys are all dead, what can you do to us?”

Bai Zixi’s Eternal Life Rune shattered, her Golden Body Dharma Phase killing five Golden Core Demon Cultivators.

Bai Zisheng, upon activating the Eternal Life Rune, didn’t intentionally kill anyone, but the Spiritual Power of the Dharma Phase was so strong that the Golden Core Demon Cultivators caught in it were either dead or crippled.

A few remaining Demon Cultivators lost their lives due to the ripple effects of the Saint Heir’s own “Undying Rune.”

The dozen or so Golden Core Demon Cultivators had almost been entirely wiped out.

The two or three left were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

When Bai Zisheng approached the Saint Heir, he discovered that the spiritual power emanating from him was only at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, not yet reaching Golden Core.

Without his Demon Path lackeys, what could one solitary Saint Heir do?

Therefore, Bai Zisheng was calmly unafraid, even contemplating hurling a few more insults at the Saint Heir.

However, Mo Hua immediately said, “We must leave, quickly!”

Bai Zisheng was startled but then understood; now was indeed not the time for verbal sparring.

Bai Zixi nodded in agreement.

The three of them exchanged glances, and just as they were about to make their move, they heard the Saint Heir laugh coldly:

“Trying to leave? Do you think you can?”

Before the Saint Heir’s voice had fallen, the atmosphere in the woods changed abruptly.

Powerful surges of Demonic Qi suddenly descended, landing around the Saint Heir.

As the Demonic Qi dissipated, it revealed various sinister-looking Demon Cultivators.

Moreover, they were all Golden Core Demon Cultivators!

They wore identical blood-colored Taoist robes, seeming to be from the same Demon Gate.

The one leading them was an Old Demon in the Late Jindan Stage, his face creased with wrinkles, hunched over as he bowed to the Saint Heir:

“This slave arrived late to rescue the master, please forgive me, Saint Heir!”

Dali Mountain was sealed off by Demon Cultivators.

The huge commotion caused by the earlier Dharma Phases also attracted reinforcements from the Demon Cultivators.

More than twenty Golden Core Great Demon Cultivators stood behind the Saint Heir, all deferential to him.

The Saint Heir let out a fierce laugh, then with a cold expression, he turned his gaze towards Mo Hua and the others:

“Today, none of you will leave!”

“You shattered my Undying Rune; you must pay the price!”

The Saint Heir glanced at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, sneering, “Previously, I gave face to your Bai Family and let you go, but you insisted on overestimating yourselves and opposing me…”

“Now, your Eternal Life Runes are also shattered, without the power to protect yourselves, you are merely fish on the chopping board to me!”

“Let’s see how you escape now!”

In his gaze, there was anger, jealousy, and a subtle trace of greed.

The crowd of Demon Heads looked on fiercely, their eyes filled with bloodthirst.

Aunt Xue bit her lip, shielding the three children behind her.

But her silhouette was exceptionally frail, her beautiful eyes unable to conceal the despair.

In the face of Golden Core Demon Cultivators, Mo Hua also pursed his lips, feeling helpless.

The disparity in cultivation was too great!

His brows tightly furrowed, he was deep in thought when suddenly, his face froze with shock as he slowly turned his head towards the western entrance, his eyes trembling, goosebumps all over his body.

Noticing Mo Hua’s reaction, Bai Zixi turned to look as well, but the entrance was empty and desolate, with nothing there.

Seeing this, the Saint Heir let out a scoff, about to say something when the blood-robed Old Demon behind him, with a grave expression, interrupted:

“Saint Heir, someone is coming…”

The Saint Heir’s demeanor turned serious, his gaze darkening.

All around, silence reigned.

A few moments passed, and only then did the other Golden Core Demon Cultivators sense the anomaly, turning their heads to look towards the western entrance.

The entrance was devoid of anyone.

Sometime later, the sound of footsteps approached, heavy and light, seemingly uneven.

A figure appeared at the entrance, disheveled and covered in mud, dirty and with a stiff expression, wearing a Taoist Robe that looked as if it were stripped from a corpse, ill-fitting!