Seeing the Nine Heavens Mixed Yuan Sword Formation, Zhang Yuhe surrounded all five opponents.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been worried about the other side, so he had taken advantage of the moment when he withdrew his defense to launch a powerful blow.
Although the sword formation's transformation speed was quick—it only took the blink of an eye—if the opponent had been more decisive, they could have seized the opportunity to attack him.
But the other party had long been frightened and was now too timid to strike back.
"Now, let me test the attack power of the Nine Heavens Mixed Yuan Sword Formation."
He had already tried its defensive capabilities, and as promised in the texts, it was incredibly strong—truly as stable as Mount Tai.
Now, though, he had yet to test its offensive capabilities.
Just in time, he had five opponents to use as guinea pigs.
Zhang Yuhe continued to perform hand gestures, and a dazzling light flared up on the sword formation's light curtain.
The dense, invisible sword qi swept toward the five individuals trapped inside the formation.
"Not good!"
Seeing the situation, the five god-transforming monks panicked. They resorted to all sorts of life-saving techniques.
The man with the scar shouted, "King Kong is immortal!"
Almost instantly, his figure swelled from 1.8 meters to 8.1 meters.
Not only that, but as his size increased, golden light radiated from his body, transforming him into a golden giant.
The other four monks also employed their own defensive methods—some raised shields to protect their bodies, while others conjured light curtains of magic to defend themselves.
"Uh..."
"Ahhh..."
However, all their efforts were in vain.
As the invisible sword qi swept through the formation, only the man with the scar remained. The other four were turned into nothing more than scrap by the invisible sword qi, their Yuan Ying stages unable to offer any protection.
The scarred man fared no better. The sword qi raked across his large golden form, leaving cuts all over his body.
Although he wasn't fatally wounded, there was no sign of joy on his face.
This was because, after the death of the others, he had found himself surrounded by a sea of sword qi.
Endless waves of sword qi slashed at his body, and with this continuous onslaught, he could hardly hold on.
At this point, the scarred man was as panicked as an old dog.
He swung his fist, smashing through a sword aura in front of him.
But that was all he could do.
Soon, even more sword qi closed in, and the relentless slashes reduced the scarred man to ashes.
"Ah... I'm not reconciled..."
As he lay dying, the scarred man let out a roar of unwillingness.
"They were all going to die, so why fight it?" Zhang Yuhe muttered, then performed a magic gesture. The nine flying swords immediately returned to him.
With a wave of his hand, he collected the belongings left behind by the five monks.
"Touching corpses is a good habit that should not be forgotten," he thought with a smirk.
The only regret he had was that killing them didn't give him any drops.
It wasn't like a game at all.
A hundred years had passed, and Zhang Yuhe had difficulty believing he was now part of this reality.
Looking at the nine flying swords slowly rotating around him, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"It's worthy of the divine power that comes with the immortal exercises. The Nine Heavens Mixed Yuan Sword Formation is truly remarkable."
After today's test, Zhang Yuhe finally had a clear understanding of his own strength.
With this sword formation, it wasn't an exaggeration to say he was invincible at the same level.
The sword formation integrated both offense and defense: it defended like Mount Tai and attacked like fire. God blocks it, he kills God; Buddha blocks it, he kills Buddha.
The five god-transforming cultivators had entered the sword formation and could barely hold on for an instant before being reduced to dust by the invisible sword qi.
Among them, the scarred man had reached the late stage of god transformation, and his realm was on par with Zhang Yuhe's.
Additionally, the scarred man was highly skilled, using top-tier magical weapons and powers.
Yet, even facing such a fierce opponent, Zhang Yuhe's Nine Heavens Mixed Yuan Sword Formation overwhelmed him in no time.
From the moment the sword formation was activated to the moment all five had fallen, it had taken just the blink of an eye.
Because the five died so quickly, even Concubine Mingyue hadn't had time to react.
Seeing her allies reduced to ashes, Concubine Mingyue immediately felt the situation worsen.
She gripped the Divine Slashing Knife and, after slashing at the sky, quickly ascended into the air, preparing to flee.
Her long-term plans in Mirror Sky City were now forgotten.
The loss of her incarnation was far more damaging than the failure to open the passage.
But it wasn't over yet—wasn't there still the horned demon on the altar?
Let them fight the horned demons while she escaped.
Seeing Zhang Yuhe's overwhelming strength, Concubine Mingyue had no intention of fighting.
Against Litian alone, she might have had a chance to hold her ground, but with Zhang Yuhe present, she would have no opportunity to escape.
She needed to leave before he arrived.
"If you still want to run, leave me behind," Zhang Yuhe shouted. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
He hadn't expected that this little junior, who had only joined the sect a hundred years ago, would have such formidable power.
But there was no time to think too much—Concubine Mingyue was attempting to flee.
Litian, seeing this, quickly produced a bead-shaped magic weapon.
"Definitely."
The black beads appeared above Concubine Mingyue's head, freezing her in place and rendering her immobile.
However, Concubine Mingyue had many tricks up her sleeve.
She pulled out a bowl-shaped magic artifact and, with a surge of mana, the artifact flew toward the black beads, covering them.
The forbidden power of the black beads dissipated immediately.
But by this time, Litian had already attacked.
He swung a fist, the fierce flame-enveloped punch scorching the air, and immediately surrounded Concubine Mingyue.
At that moment, Zhang Yuhe, who had been a distance away, shouted.
"Senior Brother Zhang, let's destroy her together!"
Zhang Yuhe wasted no time and quickly flew toward them in a streak of light.
Litian had already told him that Concubine Mingyue was crucial—killing her would deal a devastating blow to the true body of the Demon God Sect Master.
With that in mind, Zhang Yuhe had no intention of delaying.
He shot toward the battle, performing a magic gesture as he sent the nine flying swords into position around Concubine Mingyue.
Seeing the formation, Concubine Mingyue's face fell.
Though she was far more confident than the five previous cultivators, she didn't dare risk stepping into the sword formation.
Thinking quickly, Concubine Mingyue bit her silver teeth, and a long, ink-black knife appeared in her hand.
"A magic weapon," Zhang Yuhe noted, stunned for a moment.
But he didn't back off.
He knew that as long as Concubine Mingyue was held off for even a short time, Zhang Yuhe's sword formation would finish the job.
Concubine Mingyue raised the black knife, slashing toward Litian. After her strike, her beautiful face paled.
Although the magic weapon was powerful, each use drained a significant toll on her.
But there was no time to be concerned about that.
She hoped this blow would push Litian back, giving her a chance to escape.
But Litian did not retreat. He conjured a yellowish-brown shield and quickly raised it in front of him.
"Poof..."
The black knife, imbued with immense demonic energy, struck the shield.
Litian spat blood from his mouth and was sent flying back hundreds of miles.
By this time, Zhang Yuhe had arrived. His nine flying swords formed a massive light curtain, enveloping Concubine Mingyue entirely.