Seeing Chen Changsheng's figure disappear into the void once more.
Lan Rong couldn't help but coldly say to the pig-headed leader: "We joined forces, yet you just stand by and watch? If the demon race doesn't contribute, the Lan family won't honor its promises afterward."
"As long as you can force him out of the void, I will naturally take action, but if you try to trick me into the void, I'll be the first to kill you!"
The pig-headed leader retorted without any fear.
The group of demons behind him unleashed their demonic aura, echoing their leader's harsh words, ready to fight at any moment.
Seeing this, the faces of the dozen or so Lan family cultivators turned ugly.
They were working themselves to the bone to attack, but this group of demons not only didn't help, but also threatened them from the side.
If it weren't for the bigger picture, they would have loved to hit these demons with a Daoist spell.
As expected, you can't cooperate with demons; they're just a bunch of unintelligent fools!
The two sides vaguely showed a tendency to confront each other, and just as Lan Rong was about to speak to dissuade them, a large number of third-grade deep blue lightning talismans suddenly floated out from around them.
Boom!
Suddenly, continuous rumbling sounded, and countless dazzling lightning flashes burst forth, forming a terrifying and violent lightning domain.
The fierce power of the third-grade lightning talismans was comparable to a Golden Core stage attack. The cultivators and demons reacted quickly, immediately using their respective methods to rush out of the lightning domain, only to see the surrounding mist rising up, making it difficult to see the faces of even their close companions, and even their voices were isolated.
The world instantly fell silent…
Fourth-grade Mist Trapping Formation!
A formation capable of trapping Nascent Soul cultivators, placing people in a vision-obscuring mist, even blocking the sound of their voices.
Lan Rong frowned, summoning a hundred-layered pagoda to expand and press down, trying to forcibly break the formation.
Just then, she suddenly caught a faint, muffled 'puchi' sound. She was all too familiar with this sound; it was the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh.
But she only caught this one muffled sound, completely unable to hear the sound of fighting, let alone the cries and screams of her companions.
Looking into the distance, all she could see was a hazy mist, as if she were in a dream, and even her divine sense could only detect a gray fog, as if she had been pulled into a small world.
"Not only can he make talismans, but he's also proficient in formations; no wonder he's the Pavilion Master of the Dao Treasure Pavilion."
Lan Rong's face was gloomy as she manipulated the pagoda to suppress downwards, bombarding the trapping formation repeatedly, causing brilliant ripples to spread.
Most people only paid attention to Chen Changsheng's identity as the Demon Suppression Division's Chief, but they overlooked that he was also the Pavilion Master of the Dao Treasure Pavilion, proficient in the four auxiliary Dao techniques.
Talismans and formations were completely worthless in his hands; he could throw as many as he wanted.
Behind him, thousands of sword shadows condensed into the Grand Astral Sword Formation, surging down and slashing towards the tense Lan family cultivators.
"Who?!"
One of the Lan family cultivators suddenly turned around.
Due to the sudden appearance of the lightning talismans and the obstruction of the fog, the Lan family cultivators' combined Daoist techniques were completely scattered.
Without unified Dao seals, they couldn't maintain the phantom image.
At this moment, each Lan family cultivator was alone!
The sky was filled with sword shadows, like a silver river spanning the sky, each sword light containing a profound sword intent.
The Lan family cultivator's pupils shrank violently, and he erupted with true energy, responding with a Daoist attack.
But in the midst of the countless sword shadows, he seemed small and helpless. As the sword formation approached, an irresistible force descended.
Puchi!
After blocking more than a dozen sword shadows in a row, this Lan family cultivator suddenly felt a chill on his neck. His head flew off with blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Even in death, he couldn't understand what had just happened.
Everyone was at the Golden Core stage, so why did he die in one exchange?
After reaping the life of a Golden Core cultivator, Chen Changsheng's figure quickly moved through the void, agile and swift, sometimes flickering like flowing clouds, sometimes speeding like lightning.
No matter how mysterious and varied the Daoist techniques of these Lan family cultivators were, they couldn't withstand the combination of the trapping formation and the Void Technique.
He was like a top assassin in the night, constantly flashing in and out of the hazy fog, unleashing his attacks, and thousands of sword shadows traversed the sky, piercing through the fog and quickly reaping lives!
The power of the Grand Astral Sword Formation became more and more condensed. Sword lights danced in the fog, like falling stars, and sword energy swept and spread like a tide.
A cold killing intent flashed in Chen Changsheng's golden eyes. The Lan family cultivators successively turned into nothingness under his sword shadows.
Only Lan Rong, the strongest and protected by a magical treasure, remained.
Chen Changsheng temporarily ignored this person. After putting away the Grand Astral Sword Formation, his figure once again disappeared into the void, merging into the hazy fog, and killing towards the weakest group of demons.
He repeated the previous slaughter steps with the Blood God Lightning Technique and the Ten Lightning Divine Curse, rampaging and wreaking havoc in the fog.
The lightning light was obscured by the fog, and the lightning strikes caused the Golden Core demons to scream miserably, but no sound spread out.
The mist formation was eerily silent, as if lost in a desolate wasteland.
There was no end in sight, no beginning, and no sign of companions.
Many demons went mad, erupting with demonic aura and frantically bombarding every direction, creating huge noises that only they could hear, as if the whole world was just them.
Until Chen Changsheng suddenly killed from behind!
The demons reacted several times faster than the Lan family cultivators, and their strength was also stronger, but the battle between the two sides broke out quickly and ended quickly.
No matter how strong a demon was, a one-on-one fight at the same realm was no match for Chen Changsheng.
A dozen or so rounds were enough to determine the outcome, and corpses of demons fell one after another.
"Come out!!! You cowardly human! If you have the guts, come out and let me skin you and pull out your tendons!"
The pig-headed leader roared angrily at the mist.
He was annoyed by the lightning talismans coming from all directions. Every time he thought Chen Changsheng was coming to kill him, it turned out that he was just throwing a few talismans to tease him.
The pig-headed leader kept waving the butcher's knife in his hand angrily at the fog, bringing out gusts of wind and terrifying demonic blade lights.
"Stop shouting, you're such an idiot!"
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud bang exploded!
Lan Rong stepped into the air with the pagoda in her hand. Her face was full of anger as she smashed the trapping formation, and the surrounding fog instantly dissipated, the divine power of the pagoda shining in all directions!
What came into view was the mad pig-headed leader, giving her the feeling of having a pig teammate.
It turned out that she was the only one working hard to break the formation for half a day, and this fat pig only knew how to shout and slash stupidly!
"Beasts are beasts, even if they evolve from demon beasts into demons, they are still hopelessly stupid!"
Lan Rong's eyes turned cold as she looked around.
She happened to see Chen Changsheng's purple-gold Daoist robe fluttering, his body wrapped in scarlet lightning, splitting a Golden Core demon in two, the Dragon Elephant Heaven Suppressing Halberd splattered with blood, and more than thirty corpses lay around him.
The mist trapping formation had dissipated, and only the three of them remained on the scene. The rest of the Lan family cultivators and demons were all killed by Chen Changsheng!
