Song Wanníng knew clearly this was the last bit of energy the formation had left. But it had already destroyed so many Divine Transformation cultivators, far beyond her expectations.
Now it was time to deliver the final blow.
"Despicable and shameless!"
The survivors hadn't expected the formation to surge back again. Anger drowned their reason.
Song Wanníng was pushing them to the edge, intent on wiping them all out. Did she not fear retribution?
Yu'er was panicked, hiding behind her brother while desperately fighting back. But now, she could barely raise a hand. How could she face the red smoke?
That made her the most vulnerable. Though Feng Jinchuan had done all he could, he still could not fully guarantee her safety. In moments, over half of Yu'er's body was destroyed. She clung to life, her pain blurring her consciousness.
Feng Jinchuan's heart tightened. He held her close, only to feel the red smoke scorch his back, burning a huge hole through him. The others were struggling too. Soon, another elder fell.
Only four remained.
Song Wanníng watched silently, calculating her odds.
Once outside the formation, their true power would return. Despite injuries, the four combined might still overpower her. There might be hidden treasures or tricks she didn't know. Her situation remained uncertain.
But soon a new twist appeared.
A massive mouth suddenly lunged toward Feng Jinchuan, intent on devouring him completely.
He was holding Yu'er, unable to break free. If he chose to save himself, his sister would die. At that crucial moment, Yu'er pushed Feng Jinchuan aside, using all her strength to face the red smoke alone.
"Yu'er!"
Feng Jinchuan froze, watching helplessly as she was swallowed.
Moments later, her shattered bones were spit out.
He stood stunned before gathering her remains, eyes full of pain and disbelief. Yu'er was the closest person to him. They shared the same mother, growing up together and supporting each other. He had hoped to leave this place with her and ascend to the Spirit Realm, but fate had trapped them here. How could he not hate it?
Feng Jinchuan suddenly raised his head and placed Yu'er's bones into his storage ring. His expression turned icy calm, sending chills down the spines of the two elders.
They had never seen their Patriarch like this, clearly overcome with grief.
All three turned their gaze toward Song Wanníng, their eyes burning with murderous intent. Her face remained calm. Yu'er dying for her brother showed deep bonds—much stronger than these ungrateful disciples.
But they were enemies.
Song Wanníng would applaud, never sympathize.
"You deserve to die."
Feng Jinchuan spoke suddenly, cold and steady. Beneath his calm exterior was a storm of fury and rage. He pulled an object from his ring, emitting a thick black aura.
Song Wanníng's eyes narrowed in recognition. This looked familiar—was it any different from the soul summoning banner used by Qi Xiezi?
She teased, "So the Patriarch also resorts to such foul deeds? Looks like there are plenty of restless souls trapped inside."
Soul summoning banners were prized tools of demon cultivators. The stronger the trapped souls' grudges, the more powerful the effect. Feng Jinchuan's banner was no weaker than the Qi Xiezi'.
The two Feng elders were shocked, exchanging surprised glances. But now, survival was all that mattered, no matter the method.
Feng Jinchuan heard Song Wanníng's mocking and said nothing. This was a skill he had learned on a previous trip outside. He had killed some enemies and trapped their souls inside.
Now was the time to use it.
The formation was clearly crumbling.
If they could burn through the last bit of energy, they might have a chance to break free.
With that thought, Feng Jinchuan released all the trapped souls from the banner.
The red smoke instantly went berserk, swirling rapidly toward the souls.
"Ahhh—"
The souls screamed in agonizing wails. The surrounding aura became chaotic.
Feng Jinchuan and the two elders were hit hard, bleeding from nose and mouth, dizzy and disoriented.
"Heh, seems like trapping them won't work anymore."
Song Wanníng laughed softly. Killing so many was enough for her satisfaction. Now it was time to prepare for battle.
"Be careful later. Don't get involved or slow me down."
She suddenly said to Bai Yang.
Bai Yang had another role. Song Wanníng did not want him hurt unless absolutely necessary. But to Bai Yang, this sounded like concern from his master. He felt moved and nodded seriously.
These were Divine Transformation cultivators. He could only get in the way. He would not be a burden.
"Ahhh—"
The souls continued their shrieks. Feng Jinchuan and the two elders' expressions shifted—they sensed hope of escape. The formation was shaking violently, clearly about to collapse.
"Hahaha, bitch, you're finished!"
One elder laughed loudly, excitement written across his face.
Trapped and nearly dead, the tide had turned. That bitch was about to be torn apart.
"Hmph. She's responsible for so many of our deaths. Only one of us can survive!"
"Patriarch, once we're out, we'll kill her and avenge our brothers and sisters!"
The two elders glared at Song Wanníng as if she were already dead.
Feng Jinchuan was not so optimistic. Song Wanníng's calm was unusual.
Ordinary people would fear or flee facing three Divine Transformation cultivators breaking free. But she looked confident, as if ready for them. That meant she had the strength to face all three.
Feng Jinchuan's heart sank, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes. No matter how strong she was, she would die here with his sister.
Rumble—
The formation shook violently, explosions erupting. Everyone watched as the formation collapsed, flames and lightning crackling like fireworks.
"Not good, Master, they are coming out!"
Even prepared, Bai Yang was shocked seeing the three flying out. These were three Divine Transformation cultivators, no doubt, even wounded. Could his Master handle them alone?
"Hahaha—"
As Bai Yang's words fell, the three burst from the collapsing formation, speeding toward Song Wanníng.
Their eyes burned with hatred.
That bitch was dead meat.