60: Chapter 60: The Formation as a Furnace, the Nine-Patterned Golden Elixir Formed!

"Sss—!"

The teeth-grinding sound of melting drowned out the thunder.

Iron Tower's pair of thousand-jin heavy black iron giant hammers, under the interweaving thunder and fire of "Twilight of the Gods" which was enough to incinerate all things, actually turned into bright red molten iron at a speed visible to the naked eye, dripping onto the ground and burning through the rocks.

With no weapons left, he used his Physical Body.

This brute didn't say a word, like a charred dam, blocking firmly beside Ye Feng. The skin on his back was roasted charred and curled by the thunder and fire, revealing ghastly white bones, yet he did not retreat a single step.

Ye Feng looked at Iron Tower's trembling yet stubborn back, a flash of extreme coldness appearing in the depths of his pupils.

He didn't move, because he was waiting.

That old thing, Daoist Withered Wood, although his mastery of the Formation was not bad, he was not a god after all.

Borrowing the great power of heaven and earth like the underground Spiritual Vein, a Mortal body simply could not sustain it for a long time.

One, two, three.

Just at the moment the third breath passed, a tiny, almost imperceptible stagnation appeared in the sky full of thunder and fire.

"This is it."

"Protect your heart and meridians."

Ye Feng let out a low shout, and his originally tightly closed pores instantly burst open.

That kind of release after being suppressed to the extreme was even more terrifying than the roar of the Formation.

Without any fancy movements, he simply undid all restraints on the "Chaos Devouring Sword Body".

At Ye Feng's chest, a black vortex visible to the naked eye collapsed out of thin air.

That was not spiritual power, that was pure hunger.

The purple-black thunder that was originally going to refine him seemed to have found a vent, rushing into that black hole in a scramble.

Not only that.

The Formation was bidirectional.

Since these Prodigies used themselves as nodes of the Formation to output spiritual power, then don't blame him for crawling along the connection to eat them.

Karma stripping, reverse devouring.

"Ah! My spiritual power!!"

"What's going on? This Formation is sucking my essence and blood!"

Above the ruins, the dozen or so Prodigies who were originally watching the show suddenly let out shrill screams.

They discovered in horror that the spiritual sea within their bodies was like floodwater from an opened gate, uncontrollably pouring out along the Formation patterns. Their originally plump skin instantly withered, and their cultivation plummeted like a cliff.

Want to run? Too late.

Yin Jiuyou was a smart man. The moment he sensed something was wrong, a cold light flashed from the short dagger in his hand, and he did not hesitate to cut off a wisp of his own split soul, attempting to sever the connection with the great Formation and escape into the shadows.

"Since you're already here, what's the rush to leave?"

Ye Feng didn't even look at that corner, grabbing at the Void Realm with one hand.

Attribute conversion, the Void Realm forming a chain.

The thunder power of the great Formation that had just been devoured instantly condensed in his hand into a materialized dark purple chain, like a poisonous snake leaving its hole, accurately drilling into the Void Realm and tightly wrapping around Yin Jiuyou's ankle.

"Get down here!"

With a loud bang, Yin Jiuyou, along with his dagger, was forcibly dragged out from the shadows and thrown like a broken cloth bag directly into the sea of fire at the center of the Formation eye.

"No—!"

Yin Jiuyou's desperate roar lasted only half a second.

The moment he touched Ye Feng's body, his whole person was like withered grass drained of moisture, instantly turning into a dried corpse.

A cold and strange Law power rushed straight along Ye Feng's arm into his Sea of Consciousness.

That was the "Law of Shadow".

The taste was a bit astringent, but it was a great supplement.

With this massive, suffocating energy flowing in, the Golden Core at Ye Feng's Dantian, which had already reached its critical point, finally let out a crisp Phoenix cry.

"Snap."

The last shackle shattered.

The first pattern, the second... until the ninth dark golden thunder pattern was clearly branded onto the Golden Core.

Nine-Pattern Golden Core, formed!

"Boom—!"

An indescribable, terrifying fluctuation suddenly erupted with Ye Feng as the center.

Within a hundred meters, those indestructible ancient runes, like porcelain hit by a heavy blow, instantly shattered into powder.

On the high platform, the Formation Plate in Daoist Withered Wood's hand exploded on the spot, and countless fragments pierced his cheeks.

The old Daoist couldn't care about the blood covering his face, his legs went soft and he slumped to the ground, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the smoke-filled abyss below, as if he had seen some unspeakable great horror.

"Not human... that's not human... that is an unobservable Demon God!"

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Ye Feng slowly stood up from the charred ruins.

Behind him, Iron Tower's originally charred and rotting back, under the nourishment of the pure vitality overflowing from the Golden Core Breakthrough, actually scabbed over, fell off, and grew new flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Feng stretched his neck slightly, his gaze piercing through a hundred meters of the Void Realm, landing on the dragon spear in Battle Heaven Dragon's hand.

That was a Low Grade Magic Treasure of the Saint Tier, the Scarlet Blood dragon spear.

"Good spear, pity it followed the wrong master."

Ye Feng grasped at the high platform with one hand.

A huge magnetic force and spiritual pull instantly erupted.

Battle Heaven Dragon hadn't even reacted before he felt a sharp pain in his palm, his web between thumb and index finger split, and that dragon spear he regarded as his life actually flew out of his hand, turning into a crimson streak of light, automatically flying into Ye Feng's hand.

As the spear entered his hand, it let out a joyful hum.

Ye Feng weighed it, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

The muscles in his arm bulged; at this distance, there was no need to aim at all.

"Returning it to you!"

The air was struck, creating a visible sonic boom cloud.

The Scarlet Blood dragon spear turned into a red line of death, instantly piercing through the chests of two dead soldiers blocking in front of Battle Heaven Dragon, its momentum unabated, carrying a scalp-numbing whistling sound as it heavily nailed into the underground Spiritual Vein stone pillar behind Battle Heaven Dragon.

"Hum—!"

The tail of the spear vibrated violently, the buzzing sound making everyone present feel their eardrums ache.

Battle Heaven Dragon stood stiffly in place, a few drops of warm liquid splashing onto his face—that was the blood of the dead soldiers.

And that sharp spear tip was less than half an inch away from his throat.