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With each step he took, shimmering ripples spread around him, as if he were shattering a vast starry sky.
The shattered starlight, like dreamlike dust, drifted and scattered all around.
As the last piece of star eclipse crystal crumbled into fine dust beneath his feet,
The turbulent shores of the East China Sea are now within reach.
A fierce wind, carrying salty moisture, howled in like a ferocious beast, making his clothes flutter wildly.
Looking into the distance, the turbid waves surged into the sky, resembling a group of enraged giant beasts.
The collisions and roars created a horrifying scene, like an apocalyptic painting slowly unfolding before everyone, sending chills down their spines.
Where the waves surged, six towering, star-eroded pillars rose from the ground.
They are like pillars left behind by ancient giants.
Standing proudly amidst the waves, they together form a huge and mysterious six-pointed star array.
Each pillar is thicker than imagined, requiring several people to encircle it.
Strange star patterns float on its surface. These star patterns seem to be alive, constantly twisting and flashing, sometimes converging and sometimes dispersing, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.
Filled with doubt and unease, everyone stared intently.
To everyone's surprise, they discovered that the remains were those of three hundred and sixty powerful members of the Witch God Cult who had been imprisoned by the original power of the Witch God!
Their faces were extremely distorted, their mouths wide open, as if silently telling the story of the endless pain and torment they suffered in life.
The resentment emanating from him intertwined with the eerie power of the Witch God Pillar.
Like an invisible net, this battlefield was completely filled with the scent of death and despair.
Even the air seemed to become thick and oppressive.
"They actually used the strongest members of their own sect to feed the Witch God, 690 in order to help the Witch God break free from the seal!"
Luo Yuheng stood there dumbfounded, muttering to himself in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.
Such cruelty, showing no mercy even to their own fellow disciples, is simply infuriating!
As soon as he finished speaking, the distant starlight image seemed to come alive, as if it had been infused with life.
A series of terrifying scenes of the appearance of the witch god hundreds of years ago appeared before everyone's eyes like a movie.
In the footage, the earth trembles violently, mountains collapse, and rivers flow backward.
The people cried out in despair amidst the disaster, and countless lives were lost; the terrifying, world-destroying power of the witch god...
It plunged the world into endless darkness and fear, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Chapter 272 The Revival of the Witch God!
"The Witch God is about to revive! Destroy the array's core at once!"
Mu Nanzhi, who was far away, was extremely anxious and shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying through the howling wind.
Luo Yuheng was well aware that the situation had reached a critical juncture.
Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her expression grave.
Even more terrifying is that the seven life lamps within her body were forcibly extracted by the Star Eclipse Pillar.
Those flames, once symbols of her life and strength, now swayed helplessly in the wind, as weak as the last withered leaf about to fall on a branch in late autumn.
It could be completely swallowed by darkness at any moment.
In the far distance, the remnant soul of the leading witch god cult leader was slowly raising his hand.
His movements were extremely slow, as if lifting an inch required exhausting all his strength.
The hand was dry and pale, covered with dense wrinkles, as if it had weathered countless years, with each line concealing unknown secrets and evil.
A strange light emanated from the palm of his hand, a peculiar purplish-black hue.
Like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, yet shimmering with faint, eerie light.
It seemed to be a mysterious power leaking from the abyss of darkness, both eerie and dangerous.
The light flashed and instantly tore through the void, making a sizzling sound.
Like fabric being sliced open by a sharp blade, space was distorted and deformed under the erosion of this light.
In his palm was a miniature version of a sealing array!
Although this sealing array was not large in size, it emitted a scorching and dangerous aura, with waves of heat rolling in.
It makes you feel the overwhelming threat even from a great distance.
It was like a wellspring of concentrated, endless evil power, its surface shimmering with runes.
The runes seemed to have a life of their own, constantly twisting and leaping, and faint whispers could be heard emanating from them, as if imprisoned demons were roaring and cursing.
"Wei Changxuan, is this grand gift from the Witch God worthy of you?"
The voice of the remnant soul of the Witch God Cult Leader was cold and sinister, like the howling north wind in a cold night.
It seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, carrying endless chills that pierced straight to the heart.
The sound echoed in the air, causing the temperature to plummet wherever it went, making one's blood feel as if it were freezing.
A dense layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on my skin.
As his malicious words fell, the witch god pillar behind him suddenly began to undergo strange changes.
The originally straight and solemn column seemed to be kneaded and twisted by an invisible hand, gradually becoming distorted and swollen.
The patterns on the pillar began to flow, emitting an eerie light. Accompanied by a series of low rumbling sounds, it transformed into six witch god generals who combined the characteristics of witchcraft and demonic beasts.
These witch gods are enormous, each one hundreds of feet tall, their bodies as majestic as mountains, standing on the earth as if they were about to pierce the sky.
They emanated a powerful, suffocating energy, a surge of energy like a raging tide.
One wave after another, without end.
Each ripple was like a heavy artillery strike, impacting the surrounding space and causing it to ripple in layers, like a lake being ravaged by a gale (Wang Nuo's).
Their eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, a light like a burning sea of blood, filled with a desire for slaughter and destruction.
Just that look in their eyes made one feel small and powerless, as if in their presence...
Everything in the world is like an ant, easily crushed into dust.
The crimson light shone on the earth, staining everything around it with a terrifying blood-red hue.
It was as if the world was about to plunge into endless darkness and despair.
Chapter 273 The Witch God is Unsealed, Crisis Strikes!
At this moment, Wei Changxuan stood between heaven and earth, his expression solemn. He slowly took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.
At this moment, he was surrounded by the lightning of planetary-level lightning laws, the lightning resembling nimble silver snakes.
It roamed and leaped freely around his body, making crackling sounds.
It shone with a sacred yet dangerous aura around him.
The Blood Shadow Blade in his hand seemed to be drawn by this powerful force, humming and trembling.
Looking up at the six towering, mountain-like witch god generals,
There was no sign of retreat in his eyes; instead, they burned with an indomitable fighting spirit, and his resolute gaze seemed to pierce through all obstacles.
In an instant, he flashed, his speed as fast as a lightning bolt cutting through the sky, rushing swiftly towards the nearest witch god general.
The longsword in his hand, number 690, was wrapped in violent lightning, drawing an extremely dazzling arc in the air.
With a devastating force, it slashed heavily at the thick arm of the Witch God General.
The witch god's reaction speed was also astonishing; his thick arm, like a giant steel pillar, instantly rose to block the fierce attack.
However, Wei Changxuan's sword strike contained the powerful force of the lightning law, so it was not easy to block.
With a muffled, loud thud, the hard scales on the sorcerer's arm shattered like broken glass.
Black blood splattered out like a fountain, drawing eerie arcs in the air.
A nauseating, almost suffocating stench filled the air.
Seeing this, the other witch gods were thoroughly enraged and brandished their enormous and ferocious weapons.
They launched a massive attack on Wei Changxuan.
In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, and the wind howled. Wei Changxuan moved with agility...
Like an agile cheetah, it skillfully evades the dense barrage of attacks.
The longsword in his hand flashed with a cold, sharp light, and each swing carried an unstoppable momentum.
They precisely left deep, bone-revealing wounds on the witch god's body.
At this moment, Vinina was also looking for an opportunity to provide support.
After overcoming numerous difficulties, she finally escaped the siege of the skeleton horde. Her laser cannon was fully charged again, and the muzzle gleamed with a ghostly blue light.
With a determined look in her eyes, she pulled the trigger without hesitation, and beams of high-energy light shot towards the Witch God General like arrows released from a bow.
Wherever the beam of light touched, the seemingly sturdy magical shield on the sorcerer's body was instantly pierced.
Immediately following was the smell of burning flesh, accompanied by the agonizing roar of the Witch God, which permeated the entire battlefield.
Jiang Fang, with her superb martial arts skills, moved nimbly among the witch gods as if they were nothing.
The longsword in her hand resembled a nimble dragon, its tip gleaming with a cold light.
They specifically target the weak points of the Witch God General.
As the sword flashed, new wounds appeared on the Witch God's body, from which black blood gushed out.
Wei Changxuan led the attack, with Vinina providing ranged fire support, while Jiang Fang was responsible for disrupting the Witch God General's attack rhythm and attacking his weaknesses.
Boom——
The six sorcerer gods finally collapsed to the ground with a dull thud under their powerful offensive.
It turned into puddles of black liquid that emitted a nauseating stench, announcing the victory of this small battle.
However, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief,