279: Chapter 278 Closing the door to beat the dog, you're surrounded.

Watching The Four Heavenly Kings in the sky, who were exasperated and unleashing various Magic Treasures in a frantic bombardment against the barrier, Lin Feng acted as if he were watching a monkey show. He slowly finished his last sip of soup and let out a satisfied burp.

“Burp—”

At this moment, this burp sounded exceptionally loud and was filled with irony.

“System, I have to say, the quality of your Formation is indeed top-notch,” Lin Feng praised in his mind. “Using the top-grade Immortal Stones provided by that tycoon Wan Sanqian as a power source really makes a difference.”

[Ding! Naturally.]

The System's voice carried a hint of pride. [This is the 'Nine-Bends Yellow River Miniature Version - Magic Modified Type' produced by this System. Although it can't compare to the original Sect-Guarding Formation of the Jie Sect, with the massive resources the host invested, forget these four gatekeepers—even if that old geezer Seven Luminaries Immortal King came, he would have to stare blankly from the outside until his teeth broke.]

“Alright, I've eaten my fill, and the show has gone on long enough.”

Lin Feng stood up from his chair, casually wiped his mouth, and stretched. His gaze passed through the barrier and landed on the already formed 'Four Symbols Heaven-Sealing Array'.

“Liu Ming.”

“Present!”

Liu Ming, who had been hidden in the shadows behind the door, stepped out. In his hand, he held a Ghost-Headed Blade that was still dripping with blood—it belonged to a rat demon scout that had tried to tunnel in during the chaos earlier.

“How long did it take them to seal the space just now?” Lin Feng asked calmly.

“Reporting to Marshal, about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,” Liu Ming replied.

“Very good. A cup of tea's time is enough.”

Lin Feng looked at the net of light in the sky, which was meant to prevent him from escaping and also to block outside rescue. A hint of an extremely devious, even sinister, smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“They want to close the door to beat me, thinking I'm a turtle in a jar.”

“Little do they know...”

A cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. “I also want to close the door to beat them.”

With a sudden wave of his hand, a pitch-black Formation Flag embroidered with eerie blood-colored runes appeared out of thin air. This was the control core of the entire Tiance Mansion Formation.

“Fugui, stop peeling garlic. It's your turn to take the stage.”

“Coming right up!”

Hearing the summons, Huang Fugui jumped off the table in excitement. He stuffed the unpeeled garlic into his pocket and carefully pulled a tattered black flag from his bosom, which looked like it had been picked up from a trash heap.

This was precisely the causal-law weapon rewarded by the System last time—[Bad Luck Fluttering Flag (One-time Trial Version)].

“Hehehe, little ones! Since you like framing people so much, this Lord Mouse will give you a super BUFF today!”

Huang Fugui slammed the tattered flag into the ground, then formed an extremely strange hand seal with his paws, chanting under his breath:

“Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may you step in dung when you go out! Left eye for wealth, right eye for disaster—I'll have both your eyes dancing disco together! May you choke on cold water and have your farts hit your heels! Swiftly, as the command dictates!!”

[Innate Skill Activated: Misfortune Domain (Mass Enhanced Version)!]

“Buzz—”

A gray ripple invisible to the naked eye instantly spread across the entire battlefield with Huang Fugui as the center. It ignored all defenses, directly covering the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and The Four Heavenly Kings!

Immediately following that, an extremely bizarre scene that could be said to defy physical common sense occurred on the battlefield.

In the sky, there was a phalanx of red-armored heavenly soldiers who were aggressively preparing for a second round of volleys.

A heavenly soldier standing in the front row had just formed a Great Fireball Spell in his hand when his foot suddenly slipped (despite flying). His hand shook, and that massive fireball landed with a 'splat' squarely on... his own crotch.

“Awoooo!!!”

An agonizing scream that would make any listener weep pierced the sky.

But this was only the beginning.

It was like the first domino falling.

The soldier next to him was startled by the scream, causing his Flying Sword to veer off and stab directly into the buttock of the comrade in front of him.

“Ow, damn it! Old Zhang, why did you stab me?!”

“I didn't mean to! Eh? Why did my belt break?!”

An even more ridiculous scene occurred: as hundreds of heavenly soldiers were flying, their belts collectively snapped. Being immortals, they instinctively reached down to pull up their pants, causing their weapons to clatter down, hitting the heads of the demon soldier phalanx below.

“Woof! Who hit me?!”

General Moli Shou's demon soldiers were already short-tempered. After being hit, they instantly flared up, thinking their allies had turned on them, and immediately started fighting the heavenly soldiers above.

The most miserable, however, was General Moli Hai's musical battalion.

They were originally playing a profound and murderous demonic melody, but at this serious moment, someone let out an earth-shattering fart.

“Pfft—”

The sound was too sudden and too crisp.

It directly threw everyone off rhythm. The Dao of Music is most sensitive to mental instability; instantly, hundreds of musicians suffered Spell backlash. They foamed at the mouth and convulsed on their clouds while clutching their zithers, as if having a collective epileptic fit.

“What's going on?! What is happening?!”

General Moli Qing was about to swing his sword when his top-grade precious sword suddenly snapped with a 'crack' at the hilt. He looked at the remaining hilt in his hand, completely stunned.

What kind of sorcery was this?! This makes no damn sense!

Just as The Four Heavenly Kings were watching their army fall into chaos—losing three thousand before the fight even started—and began to doubt their own existence, Lin Feng's voice drifted out.

“Have you played enough? A fine performance, you really have a talent for comedy.”

Lin Feng's Formation Flag suddenly changed as a vast Divine Thought was injected into it.

“Tiance Grand Formation—Switch from Defense to Offense! Reverse Lockdown!”

“Boom!!”

The pale gold light curtain that originally covered Tiance Mansion suddenly expanded outward like a balloon being blown up!

The speed was so fast it even exceeded the speed of light!

In the blink of an eye, this light curtain not only counter-surrounded the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers but even swallowed the 'Four Symbols Heaven-Sealing Array' set up by The Four Heavenly Kings!

A thicker, sturdier barrier flowing with dark gold runes completely locked down the hundred-mile radius!

This time, not even a fly could get out.

At this moment, The Four Heavenly Kings finally realized something was wrong. A chill from the depths of their Souls instantly snapped them into clarity.

Where was the encirclement?

This was clearly a trap that had been wide open, waiting for them to jump in!

“Not good! It's a trap! Retreat! Retreat quickly!!” General Moli Qing's face was pale as he roared, not even wanting his broken sword as he turned to flee.

“Retreat? Retreat where?”

Lin Feng's figure slowly rose into the air, reaching a level equal to the Formation.

The Twelve-Petaled Three Flowers behind him slowly rotated, their golden light illuminating the night sky. The terrifying life-level pressure belonging to a Grand Unity Golden Immortal erupted completely, without any reservation!

At the same time, the gates of Tiance Mansion below swung wide open.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Eight hundred Golden Immortal death warriors, looking as if they had crawled out of Hell, charged out howling under Liu Ming's lead! Their eyes flickered with the light of hungry wolves as they looked at the chaotic heavenly soldiers above like walking piles of points.

“Brothers! It's time to eat!!”

“Hack them to pieces!!”

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the panicked heavenly soldiers and then looking at the pale-faced, ghost-stricken Four Heavenly Kings.

He slowly extended a finger, shook it gently, and revealed that classic smile that made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

“Did I say you could leave?”

“Since you've come, leave your lives behind.”

“Now, I would like to correct one sentence for you...”

Lin Feng's voice was like the sentence of a death god:

“It's not that I am surrounded by you.”

“But rather—you are surrounded by me!”

“Close the door! Beat the dogs!!”