Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2885: Chapter 153: Battle at the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar (Part 3)

They could already see the magnificent crimson Vermilion Bird Statue.

And beneath the statue, the ancient throne flowing with the aura of a deity.

Their breathing grew heavier.

The Fire Eagle Chief, just as he was about to step into the domain of the Divine Altar, suddenly heard a howling wind beside his ear, fierce and arrogant.

Turning his head, he saw a fist with immense power blasting towards him.

The Fire Eagle Chief’s face changed, and he immediately activated a magic treasure, a fire fan, to defend himself.

But in the next moment, both he and his magic treasure were blasted back five or six steps by this surging black energy-infused punch.

Once he steadied himself, the Fire Eagle Chief swallowed the blood in his throat, looked up, and saw a young man in a black cloak standing before him, exuding a powerful presence with a murderous look in his eyes.

This person was none other than the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe.

Although he was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, the power of that punch had even overwhelmed the Fire Eagle Chief, who was at the Late Golden Core Stage, filling him with boiling Blood Qi, almost suffocating him.

Dan Lie and the other ally chiefs all frowned.

Even though they had anticipated that this Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe, capable of commanding such a vast Wujiu army and making the fierce gold cores of the Wujiu Tribe submit, must possess considerable strength,

They never expected his prowess to be so dominant.

To be able to suppress a Late Golden Core Stage Chief with just a single punch at a Golden Core Middle Stage, was indeed somewhat... astonishing.

Dan Lie and the others all looked grave.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu also frowned.

The atmosphere immediately grew tense.

Among the barbarian cultivators who could approach the Divine Altar, all were in the Late Golden Core Stage.

Only this Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe was at the Golden Core Middle Stage.

Yet this Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe was the most imposing, making even these chiefs feel a sense of trepidation.

Behind the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe stood eight Wujiu Tribe generals, each at the Late Golden Core Stage, clad in black feather armor, looking as fierce as evil spirits.

The Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe, standing before these eight Wujiu generals, cast a cold glance at Dan Lie and the others, and said indifferently:

”The Vermilion Bird Divine Altar is sure to be mine. If you submit to me and serve me now, it’s not too late. I can let bygones be bygones.”

Dan Lie’s expression was solemn as he replied calmly:

”Your Wujiu Tribe attacked my Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, destroyed my tribe, killed my people, and now you expect us to submit to you? You, a child not even a hundred years into cultivation, dare speak such wild words—how ridiculous?”

The Flame Wings Chief also sneered, ”I want to see what qualifications you, a Golden Core Middle Stage child, have to make us submit?”

The Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe’s eyes gradually revealed a fierce glint, his tone sinister, ”Refusing the offer of a toast, only to drink the forfeit...”

The Flame Wings Chief immediately swung his long blade and attacked the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe.

Zhen, one of the chiefs, who couldn’t hold back his murderous intent either, charged at the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe.

The other Golden Core cultivators also began to attack.

The generals of the Wujiu Tribe were not to be outdone.

In an instant, black energy surged, flames raged, and various barbarian magic treasures clashed with unparalleled force, the momentum immense.

After a fierce battle, neither side had achieved victory.

Yet the Vermilion Bird Fire continued to burn their Divine Sense.

If it dragged on, they would be reduced to ashes in the Sea of Consciousness without entering the Divine Altar.

The Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe’s gaze turned cold, his expression twisted, ”A bunch of old fools, truly seeking death...”

His aura began to rise instantly.

The black cloak he wore flowed with holy patterns, emitting a strong wave as if a seal was being undone.

An even stronger, more dignified aura began to emanate from the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe.

Everyone in battle couldn’t conceal their shock.

As they looked carefully, they saw the black cloak on the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe transform into black mist, merging with his body.

The ”seal” on the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe was thus lifted.

A fierce and terrifying holy pattern emerged on his body, and as the holy pattern flowed, it outlined a fearsome totem.

But astonishingly, this totem was not of the Wujiu Tribe.

With the head of a horse, body of a serpent, antlers of a deer, scales of a fish, paws of a tiger, claws of an eagle, ears of a bull, and fierce eyes...

This was a... pitch-black Evil Dragon.

On the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe’s body, a ”dragon” was tattooed!