Published: January 15, 2025
At this moment, Qin Chen looked up and saw that the entire sky of the Abyss Demon Tribe was shrouded in terrifying dark formation light, blocking out the sun, resembling the end of the world.
“Master, it’s the Demonic Sealing Formation, be careful,” the Lord of Abyssal Demons said in shock. “This formation is the top-tier formation of our Abyss Demon Tribe, as well as the guardian formation of our Abyssal Demon Ancestral Land. It is a pinnacle supreme-level formation; once deployed, even a pinnacle supreme-level master would find it difficult to break free.”
The Lord of Abyssal Demons had a tense expression.
This was also where the Abyss Demon Tribe derived their confidence.
On the territory of the Abyss Demon Tribe, even a dragon must coil up, and a tiger must lay low.
“A pinnacle supreme formation?”
Qin Chen looked up, his expression changing as well.
No wonder he could sense such a terrifying pressure.
A formation of this level would prevent even the most powerful supreme from breaking out easily.
“Youngster, this is troublesome,” the Limitless Supreme nearby also changed color.
If it were during his peak, perhaps he would have a chance to break through, but now...
His heart suddenly sank.
On the other side.
“Hmm?”
Po Jun raised his head, his face also changing.
At this moment, even someone as strong as him felt a strong pressure.
The Primordial Supreme stood proudly in the sky and coldly said, “Po Jun, surrender!”
His imposing figure resembled a deity, towering above with confidence.
Did he really think that after the Abyss Demon Tribe had dominated this universe for millions of years, they would be easy prey?
He looked down at Po Jun with an air of superiority, standing firm and unyielding.
“Hmph, you think this formation can stop me?”
A fierce glint flashed in Po Jun's eyes as he suddenly shouted in anger. Boom! Countless black tendrils surged forth, madly reaching for the countless members of the Abyss Demon Tribe above their territory.
He aimed to continue devouring.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The sky was filled with attacks, as black tendrils tried to pierce through the pinnacle Demonic Sealing Formation, reaching out to capture and consume countless Abyss Demon Tribe members.
However, in this world, terrifying runes began to rise, radiating a dreadful rainbow light. Each rune was as large as a star, with astonishing patterns flowing through them, depicting the supreme principles of the demonic clan's heavenly path, as if they had been born from ancient times. They completely blocked the countless tendrils that Po Jun had extended into the outer world.
Boom!
Countless tendrils were intercepted by the ancient characters and great formation patterns.
“Damn it, I don’t believe it!”
Po Jun roared in anger.
“Boom!”
On his black tendrils, the aura of dark royal blood surged, gathering instantly. The countless tendrils accelerated tenfold in some areas and slowed down drastically in others, creating a bizarre flow of time.
The densely packed tendrils seemed to move slowly yet quickly, crashing down fiercely on the formation light ahead.
Suddenly, the Demonic Sealing Formation lit up with a blinding brilliance, flashing wildly, as the tendrils continued to crash down one after another, not all at once, but in a strange rhythm and angle, forming a unique rule of profundity.
With a hum, in the blink of an eye, countless tendrils struck a single point on the formation.
Crack!
In an instant, everyone seemed to hear a faint shattering sound, as the Demonic Sealing Formation shook violently. Ancient runes trembled, flickering in brightness, producing an incredible thunderous roar. A piercing black light erupted from where the tendrils made contact, as if it were about to be pierced through.
“Everyone, attack! We cannot let him break the formation.”
The Primordial Supreme’s expression changed, and he shouted fiercely. Boom! He gathered the abyssal demon origin with both hands and descended instantly, merging it into the formation.