*How could such despicable, shameless people exist in this world?!*
“There’s no time…”
*Fury churned within the Evil Formation Master. Gritting his teeth, he bit off his own tongue, swallowing down the bright red blood that followed.*
His blood was like a sinister wine.
As the Blood Wine flowed into his stomach, his eyes bulged grotesquely, twisting and distorting until they resembled those of an Evil Demon.
Simultaneously, his Divine Sense surged explosively.
The Evil Formation Master fixed his grotesque gaze on the Yuan Magnetic Formation Pivot at the center of the chamber.
He intended to amplify his Divine Thought with the power of his blood-stained eyes, linking to the formation pivot, summoning every Demon Cultivator in the Demon Palace, and wiping out the assassins surrounding him!
“Stick!”
A sharp voice rang out.
Gu An, his expression stern, swung his rod down with force once more.
This time, the rod struck the Evil Formation Master’s head fiercely, splitting his scalp wide open. Blood poured profusely—but it wasn’t enough to stop the amplification of his Evil Thoughts.
His nefarious consciousness continued connecting to the formation pivot.
His twisted, bloodshot eyes glared venomously at the array plate in the chamber’s center.
Just as he was about to succeed, a flicker of flame caught the corner of his eye.
Two fireballs streaked through the air, striking his face from the left and right, scorching his bulging eyes with explosive force.
The flames seared his eyes, throwing him into unbearable agony.
The Evil Thoughts diminished slightly.
But even with his eyes blackened, unable to see, his Divine Sense could still extend outward.
The Evil Formation Master pushed his sinister consciousness to its limits, directing it toward the Yuan Magnetic Core array plate at the center of the chamber…
Seeing this, Mo Hua moved swiftly, stepping in front of the array plate and unfurling a long-prepared schematic.
The map depicted a deep abyss-like Source Pattern.
*The Five Elements Formation Flow Map!*
As the map unfolded, the Source Pattern seemed to come alive.
Long suppressed and neglected by Mo Hua due to its low decoding probability, the Source Pattern awakened, brimming with a sense of hunger and malevolence—a beast unleashed after years of dormancy.
From the Formation Flow Map, the Source Pattern began pulsating, like the festering nucleus of a plague.
Just as the Evil Formation Master’s Divine Sense attempted to link with the formation pivot, it plunged headfirst into the depths of the Source Pattern depicted in the map.
Immediately, his consciousness felt unbearably restrained.
*He felt submerged in the tides of the “plague,” surrounded by its oppressive flood.*
*His heart chilled as he began to sense an overwhelming dread, his Divine Sense falling into a bottomless ice pit.*
*It was as if he’d “seen” a multicolored, transcendent eye opening slowly in the depths—a cold and indifferent gaze fixating upon him from its shadowy pupil.*
“Is this?!”