184: Chapter 184 The Core of the Burial Dragon, the Soul Devouring Commander

The night was as deep as ink.

Above the Burial Dragon Abyss, a fifty-zhang-wide fissure was like a wide-open crimson giant eye, looking down at the tiny Human Race defense line below.

Deep within the fissure, the figure on the White Bone Throne had completely stood up.

Its thirty-zhang-tall body now had half squeezed through the fissure—the upper half was in this realm, while the lower half remained on the other side.

But even so, itsIntimidation... already blanketed a hundred miles!

Within a hundred miles, the Divine Souls of all Cultivators below Foundation Establishment trembled, their legs grew weak, and even standing was difficult.

Golden Core Cultivators had their strength suppressed by fifty percent, their spiritual energy circulation sluggish as if they were carrying a mountain.

Even Nascent Soul Cultivators felt it difficult to breathe, and their Domains were hard to deploy.

This was the power of Soul Transformation!

And... it was the power of a Mid stage Soul Transformation Commander of the Spirit Devouring Clan!

"Roar—!!!"

The Commander roared towards the sky, the sound waves hitting the light screen of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array like a physical force.

Crack! Crack! Crack—!!!

On the surface of the Great Formation, over a hundred cracks instantly burst open!

At the central formation eye, Heavenly Craftsman's face was as pale as paper, blood seeping from his seven orifices simultaneously, but his hands were still pressed firmly onto the Formation Plate, crazily outputting spiritual energy to maintain it.

"Senior!"

Little Star rushed into the center, his hands forming Seals as seventy-two Formation Flags flew out, merging into the cracks of the Great Formation, barely slowing the speed of collapse.

But his cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage after all; although his Formation attainments were profound, his spiritual energy was insufficient to sustain it for long.

"Little Star... retreat..."

Heavenly Craftsman said with difficulty, "This isn't something you can..."

Before he could finish, he spat out blood again, his body swaying unsteadily.

"Senior!"

Little Star bit his teeth and actually cut his wrist directly, using blood as a medium to forcefully activate the Formation Flags!

Blood merged into the Formation Flags, the starlight on the flags' surfaces surged, and the expansion speed of the Great Formation's cracks... actually slowed by thirty percent!

But the price was that Little Star's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Nonsense!"

Lin Yue's figure instantly appeared at the center, pressing a palm against Little Star's back. Pure Power of the Stars poured in, stopping the wound on his wrist while simultaneously stabilizing his chaotic blood and Qi.

"Revered Master..." Little Star said weakly.

"Don't speak."

Lin Yue looked at Heavenly Craftsman: "Senior, how much longer can the Great Formation hold?"

Heavenly Craftsman panted, looking at the remaining five Spiritual Vein markings on the Formation Plate, and said bitterly: "At most... three hours."

Three hours!

Lin Yue's pupils shrank.

"What about Spiritual Vein replenishment?"

"Gone... all reserve Spiritual Veins have been exhausted. The thirty Spiritual Veins brought by the alliance were also all put in yesterday..."

Heavenly Craftsman's eyes were full of despair: "Young Friend Lin, the Great Formation... is about to break."

Once the Great Formation shattered and the Starlight Domain dissipated, the army of magical creatures would no longer have any obstacles.

And the Spirit Devourer Commander would also fully descend!

At that time, it would be... a total collapse across the board!

"No, there's still a chance."

Lin Yue suddenly spoke, his eyes as sharp as a sword.

He looked at the half-descended Commander deep in the fissure and said word by word: "Before it fully descends... we must charge into the Seal's core and destroy its descent coordinates!"

"What?!"

Heavenly Craftsman was shocked: "You want to take the initiative to charge in?!"

"Yes."

Lin Yue analyzed calmly: "Right now, half its body is in this realm and half is on the other side; this is exactly when it's weakest. If we wait until it fully descends and its Mid stage Soul Transformation cultivation completely unfolds, we will have no chance of winning."

"But if we charge into the core now and destroy its descent ritual, we can not only force it back to the other side but even potentially... heavily damage its Origin!"

"But..."

Heavenly Craftsman wanted to say something more.

But Sword Origin Master's voice already came from outside the hall: "Sect Master Lin is right."

Three figures stepped into the center—Sword Origin Master, Ancestor Chi Yang, and Xuan Mingzi.

The three Spirit Transformation Ancestors all had solemn expressions at this moment.

"This old man has sensed it."

Sword Origin Master said in a deep voice: "The reason that Commander can descend with half its body is because there is a 'Spirit Devourer Altar' deep in the fissure, using the blood sacrifice of a hundred thousand living beings as a foundation to forcefully anchor the coordinates of the two realms."

"If we can destroy the altar, the descent ritual will naturally be broken."

Ancestor Chi Yang snorted coldly: "Easier said than done. The altar is in the Seal's core, where there are at least five Late Nascent Soul Stage war generals guarding it, plus an endless army of magical creatures. Charging in? What's the difference between that and seeking death?"

"So we need an elite squad."

Lin Yue looked at everyone: "The number of people cannot be many, otherwise it will be easy to be discovered. But their strength must be sufficient to break through the encirclement in a short time and strike directly at the core."

He paused: "I propose forming a nine-person strike team."

"Which nine people?"

"Me, the Star Track Pavilion Master, Sect Master Jianyuan, Immortal Master Qingluan, Lin Mo, Little Star, the Star Miasma Dragon Lizard, Senior Tiangong, and Sect Master Mo Chen."

Lin Yue said quickly: "Three Soul Transformations, four Nascent Soul combatants, and two Golden Cores who each have their own strengths—Lin Mo has mastered a smidgeon of the Law of Time and can interfere with the battlefield's time; Little Star's Formation attainments have reached the half-step fifth rank and can crack the core's Restrictions."

"The Star Miasma Dragon Lizard's Star Miasma Dragon Flame has extra restraint against magical creatures, and it is familiar with the terrain of the Burial Dragon Abyss."

"As for Senior Tiangong and Sect Master Mo Chen, one is responsible for Formation support, and the other... the Qinglan Sect's secret techniques might produce miraculous effects at a critical moment."

Everyone fell silent.

This lineup was indeed the strongest combination they could currently muster.

Three Soul Transformations, four Nascent Soul combatants, and two special talents.

But... the risk was still extremely high.

"This old man has a question."

Xuan Mingzi spoke slowly: "After we charge in, what happens to the Great Formation? If no one presides over it, it will surely break in three hours. At that time, even if we succeed, we will be trapped in the core, caught in a dilemma."

"That's why someone needs to stay behind."

Lin Yue looked at Heavenly Craftsman: "Senior, you must stay and preside over the Great Formation."

"But..."

"There are no 'buts'."

Lin Yue interrupted him, his tone resolute: "You are the only one who can maintain the Great Formation. Only if you stay will we have a path of retreat."

Heavenly Craftsman opened his mouth and finally nodded bitterly.

He knew this was the truth.

"Then, who will go?"

Ancestor Chi Yang looked around at everyone, finally resting his gaze on Lin Yue: "Kid, are you sure you want to lead the team personally? You are the successor of the Star Lord Inheritance; if you die inside, the loss to the Human Race would be too great."

"It is precisely because I am the successor of the Star Lord Inheritance that I must go."

Lin Yue said calmly: "I am most familiar with the Seal left by the Star Lord back then. I understand the structure of the altar best. For this battle... it must be me."

Sword Origin Master took a deep look at him and finally nodded: "Fine. This old man will accompany you."

Ancestor Chi Yang and Xuan Mingzi looked at each other and also nodded at the same time.

Three great Soul Transformations, and not a single one backed down!

"Then..."

Lin Yue looked outside the hall; the crimson fissure in the night sky was like a demon's cruel grin.

"In three hours, before the Great Formation collapses, we must succeed."

He turned and cupped his hands to everyone: "This journey is dangerous, perhaps a path of no return."

"I, Lin, here... thank you in advance."

Everyone solemnly returned the gesture.

Not a single person spoke, but their eyes were filled with determination.

And just at this moment—

Deep within the fissure, the Spirit Devourer Commander suddenly lowered its head, its crimson pupils piercing through fifty miles of distance to meet Lin Yue's gaze.

A cruel smile curved at the corners of its mouth.

The White Bone Scepter was slowly raised, pointing at the Human Race defense line.

Then, it tapped lightly.

Boom—!!!

The dark red evil qi around the fissure erupted like a tsunami, turning into countless hideous demonic shadows that pounced towards the Great Formation!

Simultaneously, five terrifying auras charged out from the fissure—it was those five Late Nascent Soul Stage Peak war generals!

Their goal was very clear—before the Commander fully descended, they would first... tear apart the Human Race defense line!

"They're going to launch a full-scale attack!"

The Star Track Pavilion Master's expression changed drastically.

Lin Yue took a deep breath, a cold light exploding in his eyes.

"The plan remains unchanged."

He looked at everyone, his voice as decisive as a chopped nail: "Strike team, set out now!"

"Charge into the core, destroy their altar—"

"This battle, we must win!"