A dense, inextricable bloodthirst surged from Ning Zhuo’s body like viscous blood plasma.
The scarlet light, filled with the intense intent of warfare and slaughter, pierced through the layers of black clouds, crashing into the invisible hub marked out by the snowy glow.
Simple, brutal!
Ruthless, breaking finesse with brute force!
Time seemed to halt for a fraction of a second at this moment.
Then—world turned upside down!
Rumble...
The entire space of black clouds erupted like a deep abyss struck by billions of thunders, unleashing an unprecedented terrifying roar.
Deafening!
It was not a single sound, but the symphony of destruction as countless prohibitions collapsed, spatial structures twisted, infinite talismans tore apart, and torrents of energy clashed out of control!
Ning Zhuo’s vision suddenly became kaleidoscopic.
Centered on the invisible hub, the snowy glow shot forth, the bloodthirst boiled, and the ripples of black and white space expanded circle by circle.
Wherever it reached, those hubs that Ning Zhuo had discovered or not were completely exposed. Like fragile soap bubbles, they burst one after another silently! The exploding literary energy transformed into snowy light, which was instantly consumed and twisted by the raging spatial ripples before it could spread!
The space folded, then tore!
Spatial cracks appeared one after another, like hideous scars, spread across the vision! Countless chaotic torrents of energy, like wild horses off their reins, went madly clashing, annihilating, and exploding among these cracks and folds!
The entire great array collapsed in an unstoppable chain!
Yet Ning Zhuo was unaffected, where he stood was like the eye of a tornado, peaceful as a lake amidst the calamity outside.
The young man’s face and mood were as grave.
He stared fixedly at the invisible hub before him, shocked to discover: the invisible hub, although subjected to violent impacts, twisted and deformed, driving the entire array to tear and collapse, yet it itself remained resilient and powerful, digesting the shock and quickly restoring itself.
"Invisible hub!" A flash of lightning seemed to strike in Ning Zhuo’s Divine Sea.
In this instant, he attained a sudden realization without a teacher: the huge advantage of the invisible hub—it’s invisible!
It can avoid many conventional destructive methods!
It’s like the moon on the water’s surface; Ning Zhuo merely stirred the water surface, and although the moon’s reflection was distorted, once the water calmed, it would still return to its former full moon reflection.
As for those visible hubs, even if they were destroyed beyond recognition, as long as the main invisible hub remained, it wouldn’t truly threaten the foundation of the array, at most, it would be left heavily damaged.
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth.
His knowledge of the Array Dao was far inferior to that of the Lord of Wangchuan, naturally making it impossible for him to directly break the invisible hub.
He could only give it his all, unleashing military evil while also calling upon military power for reinforcement.
The blood-red military evil ignited like flames, erupted in a roar, transforming into vast blood-colored flames that engulfed the invisible hub.
The military power contributed by the Qing Jiao Army, now reinforcing only Ning Zhuo, made him even more formidable.
The military evil painstakingly accumulated by Ning Zhuo was frantically consumed without reservation and soon depleted. Yet the invisible hub remained, not truly damaged in essence!
"Did I...make a wrong choice?" Ning Zhuo’s heart wavered unavoidably, "Hmm? What’s that?!"
Amidst the endless black cloud waves and the ravaged storm of space, he glimpsed a gigantic silver-gray sphere.
Wangchuan Tributary.
The Lord of Wangchuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Ning Zhuo didn’t know what that silver-gray sphere was, but how could he not know?
That was the result of his casting the Xuanming Water Flood Dragon spell and having to take out the Prefect Seal, successfully sealing the Silent Extinction Buddha Illusion.
Originally, he had hidden the silver-gray sphere deeply, but now the array was severely disturbed by Ning Zhuo, like willow branches swaying in the wind, and thus the silver-gray sphere was naturally exposed.
"I hope this child doesn’t notice this spot." The Lord of Wangchuan had just thought when Ning Zhuo suddenly looked up, his eagle-like gaze fixed on the silver-gray sphere, his expression wary but unable to hide its sharpness.
"..." The Lord of Wangchuan’s heart skipped another beat at this moment.
He never thought there would be such a moment: he, a dignified Transforming Spirit Level, the Lord of the Underworld, a sovereign of a nation, would pay such close attention to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!
"But the lifespan..." The Lord of Wangchuan almost sighed to the heavens, meanwhile, the sense of foreboding in his heart intensified.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints as he thought of another crucial point.
Returning Ruins Black Ball!
This was also the handiwork of the Silent Ghost Monk.
The Silent Ghost Monk primarily cultivated the Silent Extinction Zen Scripture; this move was one of the terrifying killing moves in the Silent Extinction Zen Scripture—Returning Ruins Finger!
In order to deal with the killing move caused by the Returning Ruins Finger, the Lord of Wangchuan had exhausted every effort, invoking the Wangchuan Tributary, using extreme power, yet still could only stalemate, countering and exhausting each other; truly extinguishing the Returning Ruins Black Ball was by no means a matter that could be accomplished overnight.
Thus, the Lord of Wangchuan invoked the Wangchuan soul flow, pushing both the Returning Ruins Black Ball and the Xuanming Silver Ball away, far from the altar, hidden within the layers of dark clouds, deeply concealed within the array’s interior.
"The Xuanming Water Flood Dragon entwines, paired with my Prefect Seal, sealing the Silent Extinction Buddha Illusion—this is the life Buddha wheel transformed by the Silent Ghost Monk."
"But the Returning Ruins Black Ball is also the work of the Silent Ghost Monk; once the energies of the two draw together, it will inevitably result in disaster!"
The Lord of Wangchuan already imagined the scenario of the two spheres colliding, the Returning Ruins Finger melting and devouring the surface sealing power, releasing the Buddha Illusion.
Absolutely cannot let this happen!
The Lord of Wangchuan gritted his teeth.
What he could rely on at the moment, besides himself, was only the Divine Separation.