Yang Jiyong’s expression was calm, but his heart was filled with anxiety.
After Yang Rong left, a while passed and then Zhang Lan found Yang Jiyong.
Having reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, Zhang Lan’s confidence had grown considerably. Seeing Yang Jiyong, he stood even straighter.
After a brief handover about the matter with Feng Xi, Zhang Lan turned to leave, but he had only walked a few steps before Yang Jiyong called out to him.
"Zhang Lan," Yang Jiyong called, and after a moment of silence, he said with difficulty, "Don’t die..."
Zhang Lan paused, a hint of surprise in his expression, but his mouth was still not kind, "I’m not going to die, you son of a bitch, don’t curse me."
Yang Jiyong’s eyelid twitched, "I’m saying don’t die, not telling you to go die!"
Zhang Lan snorted coldly, "Before a battle, words are always said in reverse, the way you said it, it’s like I’m about to die..."
Any trace of concern Yang Jiyong had for Zhang Lan vanished in an instant, and he couldn’t help but curse aloud:
"Goddammit, a dog can’t spit out ivory, I really am, wasting kindness on a dog!"
"You have kindness?"
"Not anymore, eaten by you, a damn dog."
...
After trading insults for a while, they both fell silent again.
Zhang Lan then said, "Don’t worry, the Large Formation was built by Mo Hua, he usually doesn’t do things he’s not certain of. As long as you don’t seek your own death, you should survive..."
Yang Jiyong didn’t speak, but his mood wasn’t as heavy anymore.
...
At 6 A.M., everyone began to prepare as planned, to awaken Feng Xi and lure him into the Large Formation.
Yang Jiyong took action first.
He lifted his spear parallel to the ground, mustered all his strength, concentrated his Spiritual Power onto the spear, and then, as the spear blazed with a golden light, he thrust it fiercely into Feng Xi’s belly.
This was an advanced Taoist Skill passed down in the Yang Family—the Radiant Golden Spear.
The Patriarch of the Qian Family, who was in the Foundation Establishment Middle Phase, had also been gravely injured by this spear technique.
Where the spear passed, Feng Xi’s abdomen was torn open by the Spiritual Power, creating a deep hole, but in an instant, Blood Qi condensed and new flesh grew back.
The onlookers all gasped in admiration.
Such a formidable spear technique, and such robust Blood Qi.
To have cultivators kill such a powerful Big Demon was nearly an impossible task.
Even if it just stood there motionless, letting these Foundation Building Cultivators attack until they were exhausted, they might not deplete even one-tenth or one-twentieth of its Blood Qi.
However, this spear thrust did indeed cause significant injury to Feng Xi.
With a pained roar, Feng Xi abruptly awoke, unleashing a ferocious howl that made the listeners’ blood run cold.
It opened its eyes, its pupils erratically shifting, finally locking onto Leader Yang. In an instant, a surge of malevolent energy exploded from its body.
As it shakily stood up, Feng Xi, having refined Blood Qi for three months, resembled a small mountain, exuding a thick scent of blood, and charged directly at Leader Yang.
Fortunately, the Pig Monster was clumsy, its Blood Qi not fully refined, and it was cumbersome in its movements.
Yang Jiyong retreated, simultaneously luring Feng Xi towards the direction of the Large Formation as he moved back.