Sword Emperor

C4562 Catching a Turtle in a Jar



C4562 Catching a Turtle in a Jar

2The moment the battle started, the spies hidden in the Ghost Face Clan were all suppressed.    

    

Looking at the figure in the formation, the eyes of all surrounding Wizard warriors were filled with endless fury.    

    

Especially the tribe where the spies were located. Not only was there anger in their eyes, there was also endless hatred.    

    

Since the other party had changed into their Shaman form and mixed in, it meant that the Shaman in their tribe had been killed a long time ago.    

    

Their entire tribe had been cheated by an enemy for billions of years. This was a great humiliation.    

    

After all, when they had found out about this fact yesterday, even though their cultivations had already reached the Heavenly Shaman Realm, their Dao hearts had almost collapsed just like that.    

    

Now that they saw that this enemy had already become a prisoner under the Super Level, endless resentment erupted, and they even subconsciously wanted to kill him.    

    

Fortunately, the other cultivators immediately stopped him.    

    

In fact, the lives of those spies were nothing. The most important thing was that they could not disrupt the entire plan of the operation because of them.    

    

After all, suppressing these spies was only the beginning of the counterattack.    

    

The major tribes that had acted cautiously earlier for the sake of the overall situation no longer had any scruples. Their movements were extremely fast.    

    

Over a hundred tribes joined forces and swiftly surrounded a mountain forest.    

    

The tribes that were flying towards the sky also carefully gathered towards some clouds.    

    

And the one with the greatest momentum was none other than Yunchuan Valley.    

    

Thousands of tribes had the same goal, and they were all on the small hillside at the center of Yunchuan Valley.    

    

In fact, such an obvious movement had already aroused the suspicion of some people with ulterior motives.    

    

After all, unlike the Holy Spirit Clan hiding in the mountains and the Spirit Root branch that had transformed into a forest, the Tian Yu Race was hiding in the clouds.    

    

The clouds in the Cloud River Valley were everywhere, and they could isolate one's divine sense, making it difficult for one to discover them.    

    

Hence, it was precisely because of this reason that the Tian Yu Race had to bear the responsibility of investigating information.    

    

However, at this moment, one of the Sky Feather Race cultivators acutely sensed the strangeness of the Cloud River Valley. He looked at the Shaman Race cultivators that were moving around and instantly frowned.    

    

"What are these Wizard Race cultivators doing? They seem to be in the middle of a battle. Did they notice something?"    

    

When he thought of this, his back was full of cold sweat. Then, his face became serious.    

    

"Regardless of whether this is an accident or not, we have to report this matter to the higher-ups. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."    

    

Then, without any hesitation, he prepared to turn around and send the information.    

    

However, it was also at this moment that the various tribes of the Shaman Tribe had finished their preparations. Then, a soft shout could be heard.    

    

"Activate the formation!"    

    

Immediately after, waves of obscure energy burst forth. The Sky Feather Tribe cultivators above the clouds were shockingly able to see that an incomparably dazzling light had immediately burst forth.    

    

The array plate that was buried deep underground was now bursting forth with all sorts of powers.    

    

Numerous obscure and profound spirit patterns slowly appeared under the shocked gazes of the Sky Feather Race cultivators, and they began to link together.    

    

At this moment, there was no need for anyone to inform them.    

    

The Holy Spirit Clan, the Spiritual Roots in the woods, the Sky Feather Race hiding in the clouds had all sensed the commotion.    

    

It had to be said that their reaction speed was extremely fast. The moment they sensed that something was wrong, they had already started to act.    

    

Great Monarch, who was a being of the same grade as these people, immediately circulated all the energy within his body. He completely ignored everything else and only wanted to lead his race away from his hiding place.    

    

After all, if his hiding place wasn't discovered, it would be a perfect place to hide.    

    

However, once he was exposed, he would be like a turtle in a jar, and it would be difficult for him to escape.    

    

Through such a huge commotion, he could clearly sense that the Wizard Tribe must have noticed where they were hiding.    

    

However, what made them feel helpless was that the speed of the formation was even faster than they had imagined.    

    

When the many formation patterns connected with each other, thousands of rules immediately appeared. They crisscrossed and enveloped the surrounding void.    

    

When the experts of the Ten Thousand Races flew out from the mountains, forests, and even clouds, the chain formation had already completely enveloped the entire Yunchuan Valley.    

    

The experts who were flying could only feel a terrifying power transmitting over. They immediately put on a transparent barrier of the level 1.    

    

Before they could investigate their surroundings, they could see Houyi's face was filled with a cold smile, and then he said directly:    

    

"Suppress!"    

    

A simple word was said, but the reaction speed of every Witch Clan cultivator present was quite fast. Their own power quickly resonated with the formation.    

    

Then, the endless power of the chain formation erupted.    

    

Countless ancient trees were uprooted from the formation where the Holy Spirit Clan was located. Billions of vines were flying in all directions.    

    

The ferocious and terrifying roots covered the surroundings, and countless soldiers of the Saint Spirit Clan were killed just like that.    

    

In the formation where the spiritual roots were located, all kinds of powers were gathering, forming ten scorching suns that hung high in the sky.    

    

Scorching power was constantly emitted. This array formation actually evolved with chaotic fire, burning all four directions.    

    

No matter how powerful the spiritual roots were, in front of this world-extinguishing fire, they were nothing at all.    

    

As for in midair, many spirit patterns glittered brilliantly.    

    

Although this was in the sky, an unimaginable gravity burst forth.    

    

Every cultivator of the Sky Feather Race carried a gravity that was tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of times greater.    

    

The Sky Feather Race, which was usually known for their lightness, was greatly affected even though their speed could not be said to be as slow as a snail.    

    

The other clans that were lying in ambush in the other areas were similarly targeted by the formation.    

    

All in all, Sun Bing had already known about the other party's information. Hence, when he set up the formation, he had deliberately made the corresponding changes.    

    

If it was an ordinary formation, then these clans still had some hope of escaping.    

    

However, the formation that they were facing right now was extremely powerful. This also caused their explosive power to be reduced by at least thirty percent.    

    

It might not seem like much, but in a battle like this, it was a chasm that made people despair.    

    

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the surrounding Shaman cultivators did not hesitate at all and immediately erupted with all their power.    

    

In an instant, all sorts of totems appeared in the vast Cloud Valley, and waves of terrifying power swept towards it.    

    

After a world-shaking explosion, miserable wails were heard one after another.    

    

Looking into the series of formations again, one could see corpses everywhere.    

    

Countless cultivators of the Holy Spirit Clan lost their vitality and turned into Divine Gold and Special Iron; countless spiritual roots had fallen, leaving only broken spiritual roots; and...    

    

All in all, the few clans that were lying in ambush had suffered heavy losses.    

    


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